The Old Stuff

i�m searching the horizon

i need answers

i cant find any in it�s vast beauty

deceitful and unforgiving

as the sun glares in my eyes


the light

it�s not helping me

it�s not helping us

i�m breaking down

i�m searching your eyes

i need answers

i cant find any in their extreme depth

sorrowful and worrying

as the days continue to count down

one month, nine months

they�re all too long


the longest

i wish i knew

over the horizon

the sun is setting

the day is ending

but still i question

what comes next?

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