I shy away from yellow Novembers,
As I stare into the glowing sun,
searching for some metal wings,
ones that bring back unfamiliar winds,
hoping that they'll take me too.
I trace my fingers along road maps,
and chase my regrets while looking back
I dream of sunsets on snowy roads
I run from colours that feel too old
and search for stories that haven't been told
I've read the writings on the wall,
it seems like I've been waiting to fall,
but every time I dream of a new place
I can't help but feel like I need an escape
So I find myself on the other side,
walking down roads that never divide,
chasing dreams I have yet to meet
becoming someone I have yet to be
searching for fate, I walk along
towards the yellow November trees
alone, afar, yet somewhere close,
hand in hand with vulnerability.
Taking a break from the “26 Letters to Time” series :)
