Return to the old town by the Erie, it is here where I lay my head. Though Home is but a fleeting glance, ever changing like the leaves of autumn.
Rest now oh weary vagabond, for there is further you must venture, and the mind is vacant tonight for naught.
“In The Gloom”
And slowly the sun returns, like an estranged acquaintance. An Obstinate reminder, that not all that falls in the algid autumn… is Fallen.
I ride northward through fertile lands ripe with maple wood of yore. chartreuse leaves fade into amber and then into shades of Scarlett. Ever changing in constant motion, like the stream of thoughts that pass through me with every revolution of the wheels of the locomotive.
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