You leave the free leaf floating in the air, alone and on its own, where to not known,

You forget that attachment can be redeeming, you forget how the touch felt,

You dream of the freedom of the leaves, you forget the hand that didn’t own it the moment it could have embraced it with love,

You buy the freedom with the price of love, you are too scared, you end up neither free nor capable of love,

You are the living, you define the path, you march ahead with mankind,

You are just one, you are alone, and you don’t care…