"october wind"

life is simple, really,
we're born, we die,
and everything in between
is equally meaningless.

we enter this world
lost and afraid,
born to a mother
who loves the son she wanted.

we dream, some nights,
of life and love,
of what might be,
but we wake each morning,
disappointed and angry,
having to face another day.

god's faithful hate us,
simply for being,
yet even when there's clearly no hope,
they deny us a peaceful end.

to them,
the world is binary,
good or evil,
right or wrong,
same or different.

eventually though,
we leave this world,
alone,
a fragile leaf,
brittle, used up,
blown away by a chilly october wind.

© 2005