Leaves blew whilst time flew.
Tick tock tick tock.
I could hear the birds flock.
Stumbling upon the leaves that flew right past me.
Reminded me of the seconds that had just passed.
And with every step taken forth.
The leaves trail in sync.
As the leaves fly by, the seconds of my life tick by.
I anticipated the future steps and pondered upon the past steps.
All in excitement, sometimes in frustration.
Like a repetitive song between before and after.
My breaths were only counted by steps behind and ahead.
Such moments wasted on time.
Tick tock tick tock.
My breaths wasted on a clock.
The flock of birds have already flown by.
I was too occupied to say hi.
Purple Empaths 