Alarm bells bounce as the sun and I wake, this is it.
We share a gaze that neither of us can keep, this is it.
Leaves asleep–staining the concrete with their orange hue
float away as I run by, this is it.
She laughs so loud–the autumn tabby shrills,
lively listening to her joyful tones, this is it.
Dewdrops glimmer as children cry and scream.
I only feel their echo through a gilded screen, this is it.
Nick is stuck in a bubble of beauty,
he can not see the true nature of things, this is it.
