The sunsets are just a bit different now
Not quite the golden-yellow and fiery-red of yesteryears
Every choice is made with tints of lackluster
Hints of creeping uncertainty and apathy
Perhaps once the path was certain and
The direction a simple matter of "one foot in front of the other"
But why all this hollowness? and why the listlessness?
Where is the excitement that once threw your imagination
From one end of the galaxy to the other?
The best-laid plans have been lost somewhere in the stack
Maybe this is just a temporary deviation?
A steering off the path? some stroll through the thicket?
Those wanderings you once made in the dead of night
Long to be returned to; the cosmic flights through mind
And dream have been ready for departure for a short eternity
The center—once again you need to calibrate to your center
To that place which you alone can perceive
The best of you—the best part of you
The boundless nexus of all that makes you you
M.M.
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