the leaves are falling from the trees

reminding me as i rake them that the season has changed inside and outside of me

for as the pendulum swings, another day older and one closer to the grave

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would do us well to compromise, with this watcher of the time

constrain me not with daily reminders and such, the seasons change and that’s enough

let me be free to rove this land and grant me access to treasures you have formed

for i am aware i am on borrowed time, and surrender to your plan not mine

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so i give thanks for my life thus far, has left me to ponder and the desire to look more

for this world continues to enthrall and amaze me

such as these skeletons falling from trees