Autumn
Here come the time
I think the nervousness is
Hanging just inside the heart ,
Time , controller of world
doing it's usual play ,
Sending the cold chills through the body
Signaling about the emptied mind
Telling about the buried whispers of life
Buried ?
Buried ?
Buried by the over confidence ?
Buried by the joy ?
I think buried by the personality
Which wasn't real ,
I think buried by the confidence
Which wasn't real,
Here come the autumn,
Here comes come the time of realization,
By Hope