It gets dark early this time of year.
The crunch of the fallen leaves is what I hear.
Long nights trying to come to terms with what my life has become.
Caught between where I am and where I am from.
Ever feel stuck, unable to move?
Desiring change because you have something to prove.
Twinkling stars highlight the vast emptiness.
The moonlight produces a single shadow and reveals my aloneness.
It gets dark early this time of year.