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i wait for the sunset, search for the horizon,
Looking for unanswered questions.
why can't i find them when i need to?
around me the roses stir,
aroused by an amorous breeze.
around me the lone fly buzzes,
for once it doesn't irk me.
i'm too ready with answers.
but i can't find those questions,
which had piled up, in
dis-organised stacks.
perhaps,
I'd left them alone too long.
or maybe they were impatient,
and
unwilling to wait a while,
like most people i see around me.
or maybe i'm just lazy.
yes.
that's more like it.
i'm untouched by the beauty of the evening.
dusk descends too soon, obscuring my vision.
ending my search,
while Morpheus casts
an early spell over my eyes.