I have lived in this state of confusion
Since the colourful leaves began to fall
My heart was shattered on the anvil of contemplation
By the sledgehammer of decision
The pieces of my heart
Flew in all directions
I know not if these shards will ever land

If forever suspended
I care not 
For without the use of my heart
This existance is useless 
Void of meaning

I take the crisp air into myself
breathing deeply; feeling its harshness cut through my lungs
as a pirate slays an innocent villager in the night
My eyes absorb all that is around me; delighted
As a young child on Christmas morning when they see presents under the tree
My ears drown in the romance of the song of the chickadee
Simple but its power grasps my soul like a captivating orchestra
My skin feels the bite of the frigid air as a dog might nip on the hand
of the child that pulls its ears
What a feat it would be to soar through the air
Carefree as an eagle
Above the clouds
As high as the angels of heaven
And see the face of God