I grow weary this time of year

Sick of the fanfare

The richness in the air

I watch people walk by

Trailing their ill-forgotten deeds behind them

Wishing for a season of change

Playing pretend

Twirling in a sea of uncertainty

Oh kismet

Call it fate


Or the divine

Fall comes once again

Waking the pain in my soul

Pulling me deeper into my desire

The colors may change

But my heart remains the same


And without 

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