Schizophrenic Poems, Short Stories, and Thoughts

Leaves dance in the wisp of a breeze, 
Hollow thoughts of yesterday's past, 
Seasons change in more ways than we see, 
As seasons start to change, way too fast,

Yearnings come, on an incandescent day 
Taken away from times we must believe 
Opposing memories a mind can't contain 
A sadness beacons for a tear’s final plea

Distances close in the onset of time
For a vague understanding of knowledge 
Only pleasing to contemplate in the mind 
Breaking free from the chaos or bondage

In the end, on a beautiful fall day
We sing along with the wisp of a breeze Seasons change, and we can just say
Be gentle this time, please