Constant like the Falling Leaf
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009


I threw away all my
Thre away all that's been
Deceiving me today

I threw away all my
Threw awy all that's been
Killing my great mood lately

I became a philosoph
I have time to contemplate
And to, be

One with nature
A singe existence
And to age without time
Only deteriorating experience