Receding

The leaves are picking up speed
whilst the sun projects its beam.
Still I'm left in the cold,
the warm wind moving past me.

The smell of nature doesn't notice me
its arms will not hold me.
I'm not sad, but know I should be.
Just another rejection in a wide collection.

Frozen in time by own doing;
I've chosen the wrong path.
Now too late to make a change
I linger here while time's passing.

The look people give me
betrays the lack of love to give me.
They may not want me, but neither do I.
Only more commonplace conduct to defy.

I packed my belongings and sit ready to leave
but the train seems to avoid me.
The eerie racketing cogs keep me waiting
and the world just leaves me behind.

The clock ticks relentlessly
not taking notice of my wishes at all.
And whilst I sit defiantly
the world is moving on.