All your work seems vain
And you want to scream out
That you're struggling
To pause, To breathe, To keep up
And on a rare evening
You're sitting on a park bench alone
Clad in a sweater
Glad for the peace
You watch orange and red leaves
And they remind you of your life before
Getting Pumpkin spice lattes
Sleepovers with best friends from High School
Going crazy on roads, acting like fools
Dressing up on Halloween
Go out trick for treating
Wearing the same color as your best friend
So that...