it's all laid out for us
wait,
I hesitate to see what is here
what is to be?
is there more for us to see?
and I become bitter again
once it all comes to me
can't you see
that we're moving away?
so I should let it go
like autumn leaves
falling from grace
I suppose I should let it
take this place for the best
in the out door now
we've gone away
