Autumn

Truth is, I've been transparent all along.

The trees always put on their most vibrant facade
Before surrendering their masks
Becoming naked and barren
Their passionate colors not passionate at all
Just a glamorous performance
To hide a mortal core
A vain attempt to hide reality
The reality of a deadened and empty structure
Wanting of substance and beauty
Sometimes I feel like those trees
Like the brighter my colors show
The more barren and transparent I will become
Truth is, I've been transparent all along