Leaf

I've been trying to find balance in the sheets, but they keep scolding me. For action to be taken, my dreams shall disappear. And the knife is forced up to my very soul. When will this torment end and I'll be able to see the rainbow upon the valley? Will my heart be able to take everything that is yet to come or shall I wither and die in the youthless pit of hope? Is that all there is or am I closed as a clam to the splendours of the world? I am nothing but a leaf.