TIS THE SEASON

The leaves that fall from the trees
reminds me when I lived life on a breeze
Not having the worries that I have today
winter, summer, spring or fall always was a time to play
Early mornings if no sleep at all
wandering the streets no place to fall
No helping hand in the dead of night
 Uh oh! "There goes a bite."
 Chasing the demons that consume our souls
wondering when it will end if no end at all.