My Existential Weekend

Darkness, and day.
Hope
and watching it fade away.

Sleep, so much sleep.

Changing my mind
at least
Three or four thousand times.

Asking why, so much asking.

Answering my own
questions
because I rather like my tone.

I am an optimist, an idiot.

Weather, and rain.
Sun
and its climbing stain.

An early rise, too early.

No conclusions,
endings
are illusions.

Time is electric.

I have no capacitance.

And too little resistance.

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