#1327-Submerged

Life’s no different

Than autumn leaves,

Floating in a pond.

Some are fortunate.

Colorful, beautiful, bright.

Others sink.

Hopeless, joyless, grey.

And there are no reasons.

Just a house of cards,

Crumbling in the breeze.

Reality is harder

Than it seems.

Meanwhile,

Noise drowns out moments

Hoping to be lived,

Floating by, unheard.