Autumn 

The times are changing,

Everything is moving,

The temperature dips,

Whilst colours evolve. 

The craving for home 

Is a strong game,

To the shut the door,

Hide away,

Safe from any danger.

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My moment 

Is my moment now?

Does all the other stuff matter?

What counts towards my path?

No one can tell me,

The door is open for me

To decide where I walk.