Is it Autumn or is it fall?
I have contemplated the difference
I think the TV man sees fall
My imagination is more provocative
So fuck it, I'll call it autumn
Have you gotten up close?
I mean really look to see what's there
Can you describe the texture?
The smell?
It's easier to back away
Fear is distant when you're far away
The ones that fly away might be the unlucky ones
Then there's the blues
Like picking cotton or a good woman leaving you
I'm fond of the times when I had to run out the back door
Images of rolling like a log when I was a child often flutter across my mind
Longing for child play
Give me a little whisky and I'll show you young again
Slap some paint on that man made structure
It feels good to fling it around
It's all been done before some say
I say fuck what they say
Somehow everything is intertwined, it's in our DNA
How different are we as a species from fifty thousand years ago?
Some say climate change is a bad thing
I see it differently
Look at everything we have accomplished
The earth will be alright
We are the earth's current experiment
And it's been a wild ride long before we came along
We all want to fly
Maybe it goes back to some genetic part of us when we did soar above
In such a short time period old is the new
Who knew I would understand what Sully was saying
Over there is a couple who will always remain together
But we aren't wired like that
Aren't we cute wrapping up and taking home nature
Brings us closer together
Always wired to hit the road
Change reminds of us who we are suppose to be
Strip away that color
That facade most of us put on every day
Make sure you give yourself time to play
Even better when it's horse play
Well friends, we made it full circle to another fall day
Really contemplate your next play
Oh the pain when you long for those young days
when none of it meant anything other than play