So much confusion. When autumn comes around. What to do about October. How to smile behind a frown?. It's hard to settle down. It's so bemusing. Will they cancel the parade?. We marched each October. Now they say we were never even saved. We must be very brave. Shall I rewrite or revise. My October symphony?. Or as an indication. Change the dedication. From revolution to revelation?. So we're all drinking. As leaves fall to the ground. Because we've been thinking. How October's let us down. Then and now. Shall we remember. December instead?. Or worry about February?. Mourn our war-torn dead. Never seeing red?. Shall I rewrite or revise. My October symphony?. Or as an indication. Change the dedication. From revolution to revelation?