All at once, the leaves drip into a perfect circle

Fall, Fall, its almost autumn.

You watch those skeleton leaves collect at your feet

The world is only to be seen in black and white

The colors were pulled out so quickly it was as if a coin was flipped

A cylinder tipped

And all throughout, liquid shades of grey

"Sold my cold knot, a heavy stone
Sold my red horse for a venture home
To vanish on the bow
Settling slow"

You know, everything in life is about space.

The space between you and me

The space between where you're going and where you are

The space between then and now

The space between us

The only thing as important as space is time