Maybe Autumn

Autumn seems to be such a melancholic time for poets, artists, musicians, a time for reflection, a metaphor for the good times drawing to a close, for dying…but a chance also to refresh perhaps.

Maybe Autumn

Facing up, you’re the misfit
Wishing you could see another path
Maybe you’ve reached your limit
And next year you’ll have a better plan

Autumn mists are superior
Shroud your failures in their unholy swathe
Maybe you were pushed to the edge
And soon enough you’ll find a clearer day

It’s not a day you can wander
Climb the hills just to catch the view
Another day when you wonder, in the end
ill you see it through
Can you see it through

Finding out you’re not the misfit
Knowing now they can see it’s true
Maybe then they’ll push those limits
And soon enough they’ll see the world anew

It’s not a day you can wander
Climb the hills just to catch the view
Another day when you wonder, in the end
Will you see it through
Will you see it through
Maybe you’ll see it’s true
You can pull through

maybe-autumn

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