The leaves scatter
like dreams that leave us
When nothing else makes sense,
and you can use Anybody for anything,

but surely
we won't live on like this
until we die, because if we do,
then I'd rather just go now,
and never know who we'll become.

Your poem broken up read better I think. Not sure if I broke it in the right places but you know what I mean... It Gives the reader time to absorb what you are saying...keep writing friend :)