That time when a naked soul
Aches in the cold of the late fall
For all the orange yellow and red
Snatched from the trees
Raked in piles
Scorched on the ground dead

When dragging days of solid grey
Are drenched in gusts of wind and rain
Another reason to complain
About life that slips in vain
When all far-out funky thoughts
Have fled in flocks
Away from North
To some place South
Nice and warm
Deserting winter marathon

Who to blame
When mind goes borderline insane
All wrapped in what has never worked
With chains of patterns and restraints
Set to recycle same old same

Unless you shake away the past
Hit the reset
And give yourself a chance
To break away and
Go looking for your path