Song: Autumn Leaves - Paolo Nutini
Who am I?
Autumn leaves drift on the air, like
embers.
Cinders: Crackling, Cackling Cinders,
igniting the sky.
Drifters drift, with their
faces to the ground, lusting to look, without being
looked upon.
I wonder as I wander, Who am I?
Lovers quarrel, bickering back and forth.
Children play games gifted them
through generations.
Somewhere, surely near by,
a kiss is being shared.
The whistling
wind whispers, to those too busy to hear it. A murder
lingers under the trees,
unnoticed by the sheep.
I know these things. I've
heard those lies
And yet still I am unsure,
Who am I?
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