The leaves are falling filled with angst. Society just will not dance. How to react and who to address. When the wind is blowing needles again. With somewhere else in mind, I sit and watch it all collide. You say that it reminds you of him, and somewhere you have never been. And all I ever wanted to know, it just isn't here. It's somewhere different, oh how I long, for something different. I sit and stare at my hands, while the wheel is turning on demand. I'm waiting to get carried away, resisting is non existing.