Fall

In a day he figured out where to go

But then the next day he didn’t know

In a way he was assumed to already know, what to know

Then make it stick and keep it so

All the while the leaves were changing color

And a newfound passion he did discover

All the while his thoughts argued with each other

In a half-hearted search for a simple lover

In a minute he knew that he was correct

But in the next hour he could no longer accept

That in a day he would no longer recollect

And in a week his heart would go unchecked

All the while the leaves fell to the ground

And that newfound passion could no longer be found

All the while his thoughts would circle around

As his cover tore and he became unbound

And the pages flew free

But in no particular order

The story of his life

Now had a plot of disorder

The setting roamed free

And accepted no borders

The characters defected

And turned his life into torture

In a day he figured out what to do

But then the next day it was no use

In a way he felt this was all undue

But he couldn’t escape it; it was true

All the while the leaves were changing hues

And that newfound passion was being defused

All the while his thoughts would make him confused

As he hopelessly tried to look for an excuse

If one had stopped to ask him for change

They might have spotted the forces that did derange

But they passed as he tried to rearrange

The disorder in his life that would not change

All the while the leaves were crushed under shoes

And that newfound passion was all but old news

All the while his thoughts were of that old muse

And in this moment he now had to choose…

Let the pages flow free

In no particular order

Let the story of his life

Plot his ensured disorder

Let the setting set him

And define his borders

Let the characters defect

And continue, him, to torture

On this day he woke up simply divine

And convinced the world that he was fine

On this day the words were his to align

Get that girl, and spill the wine

All the while the leaves would again grow

And that newfound passion would have to come and go

All the while his thoughts were of just what he needed to know

And he learned to embrace disorder’s ebb and flow