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Just another sunset

One of the 25,000 I was issued at birth

Rippled waves as it dunks into the lake,

The glow fading to black

Rich orange and fiery red dull to blue, grey and grey

Letting go of another precious day

What of tomorrow?

What of my hoard of imagined years, the dreams unmet, the goals yet staked?

What of them?

Am I but grass to be piled on the pire?

Is my raison d’one?
A
m I to be a companionable crutch to the faltering or a blaze against the night?

Am I to die of exhaustion or apathy?
Just another sunset.