Fall

[djsean]

I descended
Floating on the wind
Twisting, turning, inevitably falling;

Autumn air assaulted my senses
As I rushed past others like me
Engorged in robust explosions of gold
Tickling bits of green
Old, rusty red;

I watched them, watching me fall
As I finally met with the floor
I folded and broke apart inside myself
And I realized I would never rob a casino again.

-Sean