Autumn

There is fog on the mind
On firmament clouds
An old magpie chirps
A chestnut falls on the ground
Brown leafs already
With their slow moves
Fall down on surface
It’s autumn dear milord
Id not mind an energy drink
That brightens the mind
That wakes up even
When coffee wont work
And firmament is cloudy
Where angels are hidden
Where volatile water
Where you can’t see nothing