The tree revisited

I find myself walking – a very secluded path Not quite sure where I am going? Yet confident I have been there before. In the puddles – on the pathway, I walk Seeing reflections – of a younger me While making wishes and skipping stones for brighter days. Although the trees haven’t started to shed their leaves, I still find myself mesmerized, gazing and reminiscing at the beautiful fall colors each hold - so uniquely. It is like I am living in a colored cartoon, while I myself am in black and white. Do I deserve to be in such a beautiful place? I would like to think so, but truly don’t know of my worth to such a place in life. As the clouds are now starting to cover the little bit of sun that’s been shinning My vision is feeling like a double exposed print. I can see, yet barely make out what it is I am looking at. The time feels like five o’clock But really, it’s only noon. The wind is really starting to blow, Shivering the trees, hanging on for dear life Are the leaves. As I just continue to stare while placing my cold hand into my pants pocket. G-Buda "This was written in my deepest state of depression."