Lives and Leaves..

I come here often,

Sit and wonder

What could have been

The leaves have turned yellow

They rue the green

Lived for sure, it's true

But how?

The thin line between happiness and bliss mocks.

Through thorns and deserts,

storm and thunder,

Is it the path

Or the one who treads it?

The blame sags like the misery of Atlas,

But who would hold it?

Yellow, what once was green

An idle thought

Or a profound question

What could have been.

Lives and leaves,

So close,

So close to man,

Who once born

lives and leaves.

But how?