Falling Leaves

All these words
all these letters
all this time gone by

the leaves are changing
and there you sit
sameness surrounding you
like a thick smoke

you are an evergreen
never changing
not really growing
stagnant
you have an archaic
sense of self-understanding
and a blinding bias
for your own analysis

there is so much you don’t know

where lessons are learned
you walk by
looking at your reflection
in the window
showing a you
that is shinier and more open
than the actual image it
represents

but
we are all like this
reflections of our true selves
representations of
our best foot
forward
hiding
mismatched socks
and holey toes
curled up inside

September 2006