August is gone and the autumn is near.
Soon I will leave all of you and move on.
Soon I will be where you can not go.
I'll think of you when you're dreaming.

If you try hard then you can follow me.
And go to places that most never see.
If you can see past this great mirage,
try and believe that you feel me still.

Though you may sometimes lose faith in my words,
hold them until I return and reveal
all of the secrets that I conceal,
mysteries revealed only when I say.