I am just a leaf blowing in the wind, I find no perch in nooks and crannies, I have lost my foothold on reality, I am a thing of legends and myths. Once upon a long time ago, I, too, was a bud upon a virile stem, Surrounded with colours, sounds of melody, I had front seat in the conviviality.
When I noticed my first loss of colour I scoffed it as false alarm. My immortality enthused me With the confidence of a fool. I relished the yellow, With dull orange undertones. It set me apart from The monotone of green.
When the east wind blew I went too far in my exuberance. The moment came and went And I was no longer tethered. The freedom was exhilarating Till I lost sight of a path- I spiraled out of control Out of the shades I had known.
I am a leaf blowing in the wind My past doesn't define me, My future doesn't beguile me, Yet I fly through my fate- My wings of fancy lead me on To an adventure unseen and unheard. Every moment is my victory.