your mother should know

i walked down the
road i once knew
when i was younger
the leaves were changed from the lies my mind had made them
differant the the fences that were lied to me before
i had made them what they were not
they had not changed
only my perception
of what they were had
become the truth
that they always were
sometimes the leaves fall in all the same places
they are always
red
yellow
brown
they always die
into the places
that they always will again
and
again
truth is funny like that