Autumn's Echo

You've been announcing your intentions

Somewhat feebly, like a long-forgotten plaything

Once remembered, re-abandoned

For any shiny new distraction

And so, what is the point of this

If at a moment pivotal

You make a move almost pitiful

And let the whole thing fall?

And since you're clinging to your corner

Like a spider, black against a wall much wider

It's not confusing, it's not surprising

That we might miss your signals flying

And so, what is the point of this

If at a moment pivotal

You make a move almost pitiful

And let the whole thing fall?

And I hold hope

We are like a cocoon you outgrew

And left behind

To take to the sky