What is it in the fall we feel
When our bodies come back to us
As if we were just waking up
After summer's lucid dreaming
Is it that the air is breathable again
Or that we'll be missing out on some
Important meeting we've been
Hoping for if we don't hurry up
We rush toward the world's
Unraveling with a strange enthusiasm
The more it fades the more alive
We feel inside ourselves
And slowly it dawns on us
The utter foolishness of death
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