September

We can only fall
Our hair is cut, our clothes are clean
We half-heartedly dig up our hopes
From the pile of disappointments lying at our feet
And we cast our gaze into the fog
The life seeps out from beneath
Its eyes lidded shut with exhaustion
Not quite willing to, once again, set forth
Its apprehension is difficult to ignore
And yet we persist in that apathetic manner
Even as our ambition dissipates, its season finished
We walk forward and up, blind to all except our own false visions
Forward and up, forward and up
Fatigue pulls at our hearts
Our detachment is impossible to reverse
We take a small comfort in the fact that
We can only fall

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AN: This was written during a point in time in which I was tired of life and school and was generally overdramatic. Reviews will be returned. :D