I watch the sun pass by
That is what I’ve been doing
Days passed, months rolled and years slipped away
But I am never tired of watching the sun pass by.
In a setting of obscurity
That breeds more procrastination
Fuelling anger inside me
To be released in grandiose inaction.
Begetting more inaction
Which is yawning at me
The sun looks youthful
While fading behind the mountain.
But I am not
And I watch the sun pass by.
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