Time is like autumn leaves falling to the ground second
after second. We the leaves hand on to the tree of life
until we lose grasp then we seem to be floating and falling
through our days trying to grasp onto something as we fall
to the ground. We just at times just lay there helpless as
they walk through us kicking us. The wind taking full
control as they blow us around. Helpless trying to escape
the continus attack from the wind.