Quixote Sunset - Poem by william upton
He dreamed awake
Looking for the solution-
One that would not arrive in common hours.
His mind raced at Mach one speed,
Hurtling through thought zones
Amid deafening silence.
Usually the brain supplied feedback,
But now the echo chamber remained MIA.
There HAD to be a way-
There ALWAYS is an answer.
He role played until there were no more roles to play.
Inexplicably, his problem solving energy flat lined
Into depletion mode.
How rare not to be able to think
There are problems that cannot be solved.
Sometimes there is no way home.
Please, not THIS time.
He shook his head in disbelief
And dreamed awake
Until the windmills of darkness absorbed his consciousness
And swallowed him alive.
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