New poem today... tell me what you think. :)

Sometimes I look at the patterns on road of the sun between the trees and it's early afternoon on the day responsibility came to play but now I see why all the other kids make fun and laugh at him and will not play and stand around like monsters without closets

'cause it's autumn and the winter comes every time I put my pen down on the desk and there's a flood of nothing roaring through my hand and now I see why no one wants to drown

but the lovers drown in pledges to eachother all the time and they're fine outside the structure and they never feel the weather
hah. well just you tell my mother that the winter never comes for lovers and that fishes drown in water all the time and they're fine she'll say living with a structure makes our lives a little better and I'd better make arrangements so I don't end up alone in the rain watching trickles go down windows and the lovers high and dry watching patterns on the highway of the sun between the trees and it's early afternoon when she's asking me to stay

and my freedom takes a holiday