So I had to write a “lyric” based on this weeks Object Writing. I chose to write about the “leaves” & “snow” & “counter” 🙂

The clock winds counter inside my head,
I let my thoughts wander, they are not lead.
Away from reality at this time they go,
To seasons of fall, which leads into snow.

Trees engulfed in fire,
Flames of color bursting from the trunk;
Swallowing each branch
Bright yellow, orange, red,
Brown on the ground, crunchy & dead.
The smell of football & burning leaves in the air,
Tailgating & the Grove make a good pair.
Go Rebs, HOTTY TODDY, & WHO DAT Nation,
Autumn leads into winter, and vacation.
Vaca means Colorado & snowboarding for days,
I wish I could live that life forever and always.
Snow, glittery, fluffy, white,
Nothing but Aspens in plain sight.

The clock winds counter inside my head,
I let my thoughts wander, they are not lead.
To boys of my past, my mind now wanders,
There it remains, & about them it ponders.

One for every letter of the alphabet, no 3 maybe 4,
Who cares to count score, it’s not over I’m still racking up more.
I hate them all, yet forget them I can’t,
They make me feel tiny, like a little sugar ant.
Circling a dead object are the vultures in my head,
But my memory keeps growing, keeping the birds fed.
Why they affect me so, I guess I’ll never know,
I wish the thoughts would go, can’t get rid of them though.

The clock winds counter inside my head,
I let my thoughts wander, they are not lead.
Where to next? Who knows where the wind blows,
Amazingly it never ceases, it never even slows.
The clock winds counter inside my head,
I let my thoughts wander, they are not lead.