My Existential Weekend

Darkness, and day.
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
because I rather like my tone.

I am an optimist, an idiot.

Weather, and rain.
and its climbing stain.

An early rise, too early.

No conclusions,
are illusions.

Time is electric.

I have no capacitance.

And too little resistance.


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