What is the persona of Autumn?
of many things, it is a sum,
Of golden days, chillsome nights,
Twilight descending, turn on the lights,
of fleecy clothes, planting in soil,
of rainy sodden, drenching our toils,
Autumn's persona is past middle-aged,
More like a golden age on nature's stage,
Grey afternoons, foggy morns,
What kind of day does this day dawn?

What is the persona of Autumn?
of many things, it is a sum,
Of golden days, chillsome nights,
Twilight descending, turn on the lights,
of fleecy clothes, planting in soil,
of rainy sodden, drenching our toils,
Autumn's persona is past middle-aged,
More like a golden age on nature's stage,
Grey afternoons, foggy morns,
What kind of day does this day dawn?

What is the persona of Autumn?
of many things, it is a sum,
Of golden days, chillsome nights,
Twilight descending, turn on the lights,
of fleecy clothes, planting in soil,
of rainy sodden, drenching our toils,
Autumn's persona is past middle-aged,
More like a golden age on nature's stage,
Grey afternoons, foggy morns,
What kind of day does this day dawn?

What is the persona of Autumn?
Of many things, it is a sum,
Of golden days, chillsome nights,
of fleecy clothes, planting in soil,
Of  rainy sodden, to drench our toils,
Autumn's persona is past middle-aged,
More like a golden oldie is nature's stage,
Grey afternoons, foggy morns,
What kind of day does this one dawn?

What is the persona of Autumn?
Of many things, it is a sum,
Of golden days, chillsome nights,
of fleecy clothes, planting in soil,
Of  rainy sodden, to drench our toils,
Autumn's persona is past middle-aged,
More like a golden oldie is nature's stage,
Grey afternoons, foggy morns,
What kind of day does this one dawn?

Hey mama,
Just keep it real,
No need for a fake persona,
It doesn't give a sudden rush to me,

Hey mama,
I'm all for love,
No need to pull a fast one,
You got all that make me curve,

Hey mama,
I've always been proud,
To be yo friend, heart and partner,
One to hold my ground,

Hey mama,
Just keep it real,
You'll always be my true lover,
Stand by me and hold still,

What am I really inside?
I claim to understand myself
To know why I cry
Why I laugh
Why I lie
And yet...
And yet
Something doesn't sit right with me
Inside...

Maybe I know myself
Maybe I do
And yet
And yet...
The conflict inside me tells me I'm wrong
That I only know my outside
Just like I know of the people around me.

What do I want?
What do I need?

What do I want...
I cannot read deep into myself
What do I need...
I cannot see what twirls in my inner depths
Why can't I...?
Was I ever really meant to be able to read into my dark and lonely depths?
With a character like mine who wishes to live in the light
Can I really see into my darkness?

Singing with a stolen voice
Borrowed tongue, the song of choice
Would have to be
Of ice and fire majesty.

To run from here on others' feet
A differed meter, with which to meet
A girl whom I've known before
Though now we drink and gamble more.

Her persona, then, was gently sore;
I see none of the scars we bore
As children, though now I see
The scars she left now complete me.