uproot

[punkass_l]

the perpetual gust of wind
signals the leaves to depart
from their home of outstretched arms
while others disembark from their
golden heaps of fallen rest
gathering altogether in a swarm
dancing erratically with each other
crisply crashing into me
i can feel the gnawing freeze
of numbed earth beneath my feet
i am unsteady uneven unable
the curvature of my stance
the slight tilt of my head
made years of outlooks
bleak awkward unbalanced
outcasted to one side
always at the heels of
eyes on the road
hands on the wheel
but never looking or making
i then happen to take this quick glimpse
at my chattering heels below
discovering the chill could just
be due to the gaping holes
developing at the bottom of my shoes
i pause at the cause
"it is what it is"
perhaps not always some elaborate
reasoning of the mind
seasoning deeper grander meaning
and during my instances of fear
fear of loss and losing and all that will be
lost but never losing of the fear
i retreat to speak of nothing
but to express my knots of naughts
best in someone else's song
someone else's words
someone else's tears
someone else's life
yours
hoping in just under four-and-a-half minutes
i am able to find solace that
you too feel this very same way
and i am able to not feel as alone
the leaves continue their journey
cutting through to my winter skin
attempting to give me substance
trying their utmost to wake the tired
but single greatest most vital muscle
it is what it is
anything fancier
would only mean i'm in love
with the idea