The Leaf As Life Poem by ... ...

A leaf I am,
Through currents incomprehensible,
Dead, the knowledge of my origin,
Severed from prior reality,
Left with a lonesome journey,
Free from all worry,
Yet the liberty makes me worry,
Fatigue rains on me,
Contemplating whether there is an end,
To the free fall of existence,
Laugh in despair, in irony,
Master of my own destiny,
Ultimate and total absurdity,
Illusions of branches above me,
Spurred by forces unbeknownst me,
Ridiculous, my desire to see,
Society but a vague curiosity,
But a weak twig of connectivity,
What truth there may be,
To me, there is only identity,
The unique traits of those leaves around me,
That is individuality,
What is left to me?
Contemplation of nihilistic Beauty,
Well, that may just be, all I know,
As I spiral down from what I suppose is a tree,
To make most of my subjectivity,
And my present fragility,
To love, laugh and truly be,
Absolutely what I wish to be,
I'll be me!

And hopefully,
Have the privilege of meeting somebody,
Who dreams like me,
Of finding this one tree,
And who can see,
What a life this one can be!
Will you join me?

(And together, we will write poetry :)