Epitaph

Leaves fall in the autumn
Of lives that appear
To be worthless to some
Utmost ignorantExpectations shift in the eye
Of the beholder, beholdTears drop from the eye
Of lives paled
As jealousy fools
A mind distortedExpectations shift in the eye
Of the beholder, beholdOne wishes existence
To be of fulfillment
But leaves bend to the will
Of winds blowingTo foresee the end
Of a soul, EpitaphClaim to foresee
The end of a soul
Premature EpitaphTo foresee the end
Of a soul, Epitaph