With every passing second there are an untold number of items changing within my perception,
One of which is a restless brown leaf that is dancing along the stick littered ground aggressively, and yet without any purpose or hostility as it only moves like a puppet controlled by the breeze,
Perhaps it has lost its way trying to journey somewhere it can't quite find, perhaps it never knew what it should do in the first place,
Is its only purpose to nurture a great tree and then be cast aside when chilly winds come by?
Perhaps the wind feels bad, perhaps it hopes to allow the leaf to enjoy its final moments in a dance uncontrolled by the tree it used to live side by side with,
A frenzied tantrum to drown out the pain from its lackluster life.
Are you so lost in your thoughts that you end up embracing what you never wanted to be involved with,
Making a desperate attempt to ease one's own mind with delusions, making an inaudible call for help and then comforting it with the thought of yet another living being's struggle,
Convincing oneself that it is an unimportant struggle as many others experience the same thing,
But still failing to realize that your greatest griefs are all worthy of attention,
Failing to realize that if you never stop dancing you will constantly be spent,
Failing to realize that you have fallen into a restless dance of forgetfulness,
Forever known as the happy go lucky wanderlust instead of a withering leaf with real struggles,
Always good for providing a pleasant laugh in someone else's day even though you know no one else would do the same.