This leaf is dancing round in circles

Like its rushing to catch some cosmic meeting

To which it was invited long ago

I wonder what they'll talk about

I wonder if it's meaningful

This knowledge that all leaves have yet to know

My boots are sliding down the pavement like their trekking to some known destination

Perhaps a certain ground of cobbled stone

I wonder what it's all about

I wonder if it's beautiful

This ground on which all boots have yet to go

My mind is like a cave

With swindlers as prisoners

And urged to entertain

I show my guests some visions

My toes are curling back so fiercely like they're reaching to touch a body

And capture all the pleasure it enthrals

I wonder if it's bad for me or if it's just a part of me

This poison I so frequently endure

My care is dangerously fading like a clay vase on the edge of me

Dying in the midst of a fall

I wonder what it's done to me

To lose my sense of empathy

I wonder if I ever cared at all

My mind is like a cave

With swindlers as prisoners

And urged to entertain

I show my guests some visions