the blowing leaves on the trees
roar like an audience encouraging me
to give them my all
to give them all of me,
the performance of my life.
I will give them a show alright.
If they want to see something life changing,
I'll show them.
But when I look back up
the leaves are motionless
and all I see are parts of myself
in the freshly fallen raindrops dripping
down my window.
My audience is gone
but it is too late now,
the show must go on.