We don't want to choose,
Well you have no choice.
We don't want to lose,
Then which path will you take?
We just want to do what we want,
But that's not what we want.
If you think you can force us, you won't,
We have our ways.
Let us do the things we love,
But your opinion doesn't matter.
Then we'll take it to those above,
Be my guest, they'll say the same.
We are ready now,
We have always been ready,
We have worked out how,
To do what?
To choose,
Finally,
To ignore your views,
Listen to us,
This time, it's on our terms,
But our terms are better,
This time, it's our turn,
Yes, to choose your future with us,
No, to decide our own.

Before my eyes
it is fading
descending
dying

A world of weakness
has burst forth
transformation
has risen

And even if I choose
to look away
and pretend
refuse to acknowledge
what is
glacial voices
will whisper
behind my back
and affirm the change

My desire
is worthless
to wish for
the blooming of flowers
and the buzzing of bees
when all has moved on
without my consent

Everything is dying
because it must
slowly
receding
until winter
covers the falling
with it's long cold embrace
and consumes it all

And my days will be
as though
May till  September
had been a perfect
flawless
fantasy