To Believe (Or to Fall)

Autumn winds are upon us



Here the sounds are quieter
Cold, panicked and forthright
This facade seems almost stronger
Than the points being avoided.

How can we presume innocence
When the victims have no descriptions
Their memories cannot recollect anything useful
And all fears point towards regrets over decisions

This homestead is often without laughter
For it cannot feed on these little thoughts
And instead of cleansing... we have hiding
And again, instead of peace lies boastful anger

This situation heeds warning to others
"Don't let the past feed on dreams"
"Dont keep up with others left behind"
and finally, loudly screaming onward,
"Keep the faith, without fears of believing"