sky turns light grey
leaves scattered all astray
flannels on and hoods up
pumpkin flavors fill my cup
sound of raindrops pitter patter
autumn air is all that matters
sky turns light grey
leaves scattered all astray
flannels on and hoods up
pumpkin flavors fill my cup
sound of raindrops pitter patter
autumn air is all that matters
December already?
That's what everyone else says.
People ask us at the end
of every year
to reflect on these last twelve months
that have changed us.
And I honestly never know
Headphones on, life off.
Turn up the sound
to drown out
the deluge of my worries,
let the rhythm burn
my ears, ignore
the sting, because my
cheap blue headphones
bring me
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