Among the Leaves

11/15/11

Lying above a blanket of leaves
I hear vagabonds and thieves
Gather in the shadows and discourse
Plotting the downfall of the system
Engine roars with hammering pistons
The dead leaves under me feel no remorse
A victim of the pettiness of modern labor
Shrieking in the night but no one saved her
From the relentless centrifugal force
Protestors gather in the streets to mourn
Both sides of the aisle were idealists when born
A world for them to mold into monuments
Confidence wanes as the obstacles mount
Bodies by the wayside more than they can count
Casualties of a world where all time is spent
Earning paper mâché and building portfolios
When this ride will end God only knows
Suspended inanimate and afraid
The last of the nature lovers gather
Remembering when the little things mattered
Like lying amongst leaves in younger days