Pretentious Poetry Part 1

The trees reddened down the street
with rustling leaves playing at my feet.
Squirrels nestling with their chestnuts so warm,
Each step I trudge back to the dorm
With piles and piles of messy pages,
Each proving inescapable cages.
I yearn for a time when the leaves flew by
And all I could do was giggle,
But now I think back and sigh,
'All I have loved will die.'