Treasure Island

Victor Osorio

(May 18,1980 / Clifton New Jersey)

October


Daylight isn't around as much
It starts to get colder
Halloween is almost here
Another year, I'm getting older
I need some time off
I can't wait for the summer
The October sky is good
Dark, cold, lonely, like me
The music plays better
My spirits adapt to the dark
As far as life, I'm at my best
It's the only month
Where I'm not sad, but not really happy
Content is a better description
I wish it could be October
All year long
I wish in a year
I'll go away and be found
October will always be here
Even if I'm not around.

Submitted: Tuesday, September 21, 2004

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