In October

After a few days of warm 
time period of the frozen ground. 
They are the future of the gates, 
I respect excluded. 
Apathetic thought 
again of my mind 
meets, years away 
disappear. October; 
naked 
trees undressing. 
So the soul is 
stripped emphatic dreams. 



I do not in my opinion 
write anything, even if the text 
over the whole head. 
Get out sneak into words, 
chords. 
Every day, over and over again, 
compulsively, in their 
I think that when you pick up.