It seems to be autumn like forever,
And now I have this stupid intention,
The feeling there is something important to say
But I actually don’t feel able to express myself

Look if I had started this whole life different
What would have changed?
The seasons, the length and strength of autumn?
Or the way I feel about love, the world and everything?

Though I once may have had the impression I had something to say
I would now say, that I never had
Just all these thoughts running through my mind
Letting me be willing to share everything that is based on nothing

But you see
If the leaves are falling again, colored the most beautiful
The wind blows you away like life it self
Then you start to get sentimental

All is said
But nothing is really done yet
Life will take the time it desires
To lead you to your daily will

Autumn has taken its turn, soon winter arrives and gives us the melancholy we have every year.

25/11/2009