I’m next in line, for your ticket stand
You might be, closed down already.
I’m near a window, where your Winter mist shows
How close to Denver, do you want me?
I’m one of many leaves, around your Autumn tree
What are the chances, I’d be colorful enough, for you?
I’m an irregular, in your perception
You only love, the inner circle
You’ll Never Find Love, Being Picky ~ Sakari
