If I didn't know better
I'd think you look a bit dead
Like a zombie with a limp
Hands held in front just for the thrill
But you're just sleepwalking
Scared of the pace of change
Afraid to fall put of formation
Talking just to say nothing
Walk with a hunch just proves nothing
I can't be the only one prone
To saying something
We stay in place
For the sake of our comfortability
But for the sake of fairness
And in the spirit of awareness
Can we try out this new point of view
Step around the corner and out of place
Give your life to something better
It's time to wake up

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

While September heaves its final sigh,
its sweet song of dahlias says goodbye;
The notes that play are fading fast,
as October rises within our grasp.

Awakening to a much different tune,
we hail October's extravagant moon;
Our emotions stir with Autumn's pleasures,
with open hearts to its countless treasures.

It's a time of ending yet starting anew,
when leaves display their russet hues;
The brightening scene caresses the sky,
with a topaz glint which catches our eye.

October's wealth cannot be measured,
unless one includes its golden weather;
The crackling fires lit in crisp clean air,
with tangerine streaks flying everywhere.

One must concede its magical powers,
to convert the summer's blazing hours;
As each day arrives in mystical show,
through jack'o' lanterns' wondrous glow !