What can I say?
Everything I feel and think
Just blows away.
Like the leaves
That fall in August:
Spinning, coppery sheaves.
My confidence; fleeting
A feather shed
From the eagle’s wing.
I plunge
into azure waters
Of confusion.
Absorbing all doubt,
I float for a while,
Attempting to sort this out.
What do I feel?
Is this emotion-
Even real?
Are my impressions imagined,
Or do I
Have myself pinned?
I find solace
In the thought that
For either answer,
There is another question.
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