It’s our call

Don’t dust the pane
The soaked curtain
Breeze is cold
Silence is gold
Let us close
All the books still open
Aged settle the debt
Not yet paid
But factoring people have come
They will collect
What is left
And lose the books
Let us walk
Don’t try to talk
Words have lost their meanings
I can see your leanings
That’s why trees have shed leaves
Autumn’s dry zone has taken its toll
Let us decide, whether to walk
After all
It’s our call