The colors of fall make me drunk,
The colors of fall make me sway,
The colors of fall make me forget who I am
And remember whom I should be.

The colors of fall make me sing,
The colors of fall make me cry.
My heart has never been so full of passion
Yet filled with so much pain and despair.

But I can let it all go
Even if for moment,
Until the colors of fall fade and turn brown
Like the clay of the Earth that I am made of.

The colors of fall make me question myself
And upend my beliefs.
I feel infinite wisdom,
Too bad it does not reveal itself often.
I feel this way only once a year
When the colors of fall are the brightest.

Oh, the colors of fall!
You make my heart pulsate with joy!
You make my body tremble with hope!
I wish that I could dissolve
And turn into a maple leaf,
Shiny and bright.

I envy the leaves,
They are innocent and pure.
I wish that I was innocent and pure.
But alas, I am human.

I mourn the brevity of this moment.
The colors fade
Leaving me alone with the dangerous thoughts on my mind,
I realize that am far removed from the ideals that inspire me.
I am weak and coarse,
Foolish and scatter-brained,
Hopelessly lost,
Directionless, rudderless ghost.

Oh well, I can wait for another year
For the feelings to return.
Hopefully then I will find myself.
I will find my place.
I will find my purpose.
I will see my true image.

Hopefully then I will not feel lost,
But feel fulfilled and content.

But until then all I have is a memory,
A mere recollection,
A smell,
A sensation,
A mirage of an idea.

The idea that the colors of fall are here to save me.
Save me from the only enemy I cannot defeat,
Save me from the only enemy I cannot embrace,
Save me from my own ideas and ideals,
Save me from my pointless aspirations
And give me respite.

I know that I am asking for too much.
But I believe that the happiness is here.
The happiness has been here all alone,
All I need to do is to feel it.