remembering the young
he tries hard to look
deep into his eyes
they move fast like fish in a bowl
swirling and riding what's been created
a great roller coaster plunging deep
then rising high into the sunset sky
nothing but that moment exists
and now it's gone
who does he think he is being here
with that devilish hope that the sun
might rise again with some sort of spirit
renewed with a smile brighter than
most of the stars he might remember
might forget where he is for a moment
as the sky's color fades to black
capturing that final scene of each day
as if the catch might be able to explain
most remains enigmatic
the solution is to know
no one shares the same reality...
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