Out of sync

Autumn leaves descending;
but a melody haunts their fall.
Did no one tell them it's spring time?
Out of sync with the world,
Out of touch with all.

Puddles are marred with infliction
Rays beat down, un-sympathetically
highlighting flaws.

The wind trips and tumbles
knocking others as it moves.
Falling through your existence -
Out of sync with the world,
Out of touch with all.