Descending, flying, twisting like the explosion - a mass of leaves waiting to unleash their colourful deamons. The autumnal dream.
Steping through to my death, I forgot my freedom, blinded by the narrow mindedness of necessity. Why go thus when in every moment we can renew the yearning of life ?
The autumnal dream. It rushes through me with the full force of incoherence, chaos at it's most magnificent, fleeing noisily through my ears, my eyes, the pores of my skin. Constructing the necessities of our futures will kill us faster than wage slavery, dream land of disconnection. How long will we forget our love ?
Live in the moment - and if the moment is day dreaming, if the moment is autumn's mischief of beauty and splendour, live that as if there was no other.
Live the autumnal dream.