The sun’s leaving a day in autumn
Colours fading as I saw him
A fantail singing in the old silk tree
Chirpin’ in my ear telling secrets to me

I looked as it showed its fan
From then on I knew I was ******
Felt the shockwave beginning to peel
As all the signs pointed downhill  

As now I feel like a pit stop
Drenched and worn like a mop
How can you value a void
When you know it’s probably destroyed?

That deflated feeling like a tire
A date ready to expire
One, two count the excuses
That explains the trust issues

But knowing me I had to help
Unknown to the cards that were dealt
Clubs, hearts or the spades of an ace
Still no tears on my poker face

Decisions n’ opinions
With multiplied division
So abruptly it had to subtract
Math wasn’t my best subject

I’m the equivalent to a piece of card
Bored like the curves on my palm
Laying back while scratching my head
With hair strands hanging by a thread

I guess this is the norm now
No talk just the wish of how
Much I want to be a someone
Instead of being a no one

I cannot imagine anyone to feel
Attraction that’s actually for real
As I’m here questioning the situation
And re-evaluating my orientation

The times have changed
With nothing left to arrange
Spring forward and fall back
The fantail kept my sanity intact