I often ask myself,

what will stay when I leave,

and what I would leave behind.

Dark clouds in my mind,

full of apprehension and thick darkness,

and I just can't get rid of them,

where is the sun I pray to?

Nothing clears the vision,

right before my eyes,

a deceptive illusion,

I can't get anywhere with.

Fallen leaves continue to fall,

one by one,

And they only cause

Gaps in the once dense foliage.