A lonely leaf was caught by wind,
In autumn's grey September...

Dismal gray once in green
This land is bright, dead, unseen...

Those creeping willows of that silent night,
The roots, alas, they shone so bright...

Life is fun, naught fun within
Fun in that we live for sin...

I mourn the tangent universe that never happened
A reality that is filled with love and lust...

I have wandered too long with my chin held high...
Many leagues I have traveled, traveled away from...