Kicking sticks

Those auburn leaves,

falling like my hopes.

Everyone's living happy lives,

whilst mine falls down the slopes.

A lost soul,

just like the mice awoken by the sun.

The shadows are cast,

my heart destroyed by everyone.

A fire glows in the woods tonight,

the inhabitants snuggled in their home.

No fire ignites my heart,

my mind can't help but roam.

However, the light shines on

whilst the bird nests are fixed.

But I stay in the shadows,

I'm still kicking sticks.