Epitaph

Leaves fall in the autumn

Of lives that appear

To be worthless to some

Utmost ignorantExpectations shift in the eye

Of the beholder, beholdTears drop from the eye

Of lives paled

As jealousy fools

A mind distortedExpectations shift in the eye

Of the beholder, beholdOne wishes existence

To be of fulfillment

But leaves bend to the will

Of winds blowingTo foresee the end

Of a soul, EpitaphClaim to foresee

The end of a soul

Premature EpitaphTo foresee the end

Of a soul, Epitaph