Receding Droplets

The best autumns fade
With the rust clinging to the rails
And green memories
Swaying freely under the blue sky

Time hides itself under vapour
Seeped in through the cracks
In a weary dial

Creepers hanging from the branches
Kissing the ground beneath in its mouth
Exchanging gathered salivas
In the confines of muddy puddles

A dark cloud sails over
Once in a while
Its shadow crusing ahead
Regardless of the contours
And the stupid folk following it
Stumble and fall, Rise and run
Stumble and run, Fall and rise
Until it climbs the mountain to reach the other side
And the stupid folk turn back to expect more

And the stupid folk... Look more stupid!