I pondered over the lonely street
wondering which way to go.
It split into two opposite roads,
roads that I didn't know.
I kept walking over the fresh ground,
probably never been walked on before.
No trace of a human being I found,
was I the first one to explore?
I looked at the fallen leaves;
leaves half green, half red.
I looked to the extent of those leaves;
infinity was where they led.
Half crumpled upon, they thus had
traces of being walked on.
Traces of having lost that beauty of theirs,
that was now long-gone.
Suddenly my eyes caught the sight
of a familiar man all torn and tattered.
Below his feet, my yellow emotions
lied all pale and scattered.