Something New

I write these words to you because I have nothing to do.

But think of you.

I try not to make sense, sense is past tense.

Whatever that may mean, things are not as they seem.

We live in a dream.

These words mean nothing, but still I sing.

I leave you on that note, something new I wrote.

Leaves fall in the fall, but that’s not all.

Not at all.

They return in spring.

What joy they bring.

Doing their thing.

So I sing.

 Tich Ennis

12th September, 2016

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