It’s They’re After

Rev me up
Disappear
You’re not ready
Crystal clear

Letting go
Circle back
Time, fast forward
Get on track

On a whim, way out on a limb
He sits wondering where they’ve gone
“They fall, they’re leaves.
They’re beautiful,
all piled up.
Come back with time.
Ring. Different rhymes,
confusing what it’s they’re after.”

Looking up
Back at green
Crooked smile
Start the scene

Purple soars
Distance comes
Running children
Setting sun

Sunset, don’t run
Don’t set
Don’t run
We’ll look into green and realize we’ve won