i am the red, purple leaf autumn tree,

like some petal that feels like its time to fall,

but doesn't want to go out like the others.

i am a cannonball to the ground,

a three second fall,

eyes closed, body balled up,

and at the end of this last rebellious act,

there sits i, brown and curled.

motionless, sitting there with those that went out in a bang,

and those who just went out.

there we sit together, you and i.

two browning petals.

i jumped the gun and through a selfish act of enlightening,

i acted the out in vain.

my lesson was a waste.

i am the red stripes on the side of that fast moving car.

it looked like a ferrari 250 gto,

mother's necklace pearl white and down the side two candy cane pin stripes.

i am that vinyl red line moving at two hundred miles an hour

and as we go around that corner, i am the meaningless decal that slams broadside,

straight into that plum tree.

i am vigilant, and all seeing,

and in seconds i may mean nothing.