The Tree, The Leaf, The Wind

I have been hanging on for far too long,
Two autumn seasons have come and gone,
I have this yearning to fall from the tree,
May the wind blow me for eternity,
And the breeze that blows me be my song!

Why I struggle to hold on I don't know,
It isn't worth the pain and woe,
Maybe because I feel the tree is my source of life,
Could be that I like the strife,
Then these could just be the seeds I sow!

By this time next year I hope to be home,
Sitting on my porch with the approaching gloam,
Smoking a cigarette releasing my breath,
Eventually we all must meet our death,
Maybe I will be working on a new poem!

But first I must will myself to be free from this branch,
Maybe then I will have a chance,
A chance at happiness and bliss,
A chance with someone that loves to kiss,
Or maybe a with someone who loves to dance!

Then again being alone might be fun,
I don't have to report to anyone,
Sleep all day and party all night,
Look all raggedy and give the neighbors a fright,
Go to Brazil and enjoy the sun!

So may the wind blow harder then ever,
I can let go and feel light as a feather,
So North or South - just blow me away,
Give me the strength to not want to stay,
Tree please let this tiny leaf sever!