(I need a new title, I need help, I need to stop writing poetry)
Every sunset I stroll on home
I close my eyes
Breathe in the darkness,
The silence of a thousand sorrows,
The cornucopia of eternal loneliness,
Then I open my eyes
I see the sunlight streaming in my face
I see the world green and blue
I can feel the warmth of a tender wind kiss
On my cheek in the summer evening
Walking home on dirt roads,
Covered with gravel and lies,
Scratching against the souls of my soles,
As the stars arrive in the midnight sky
Is a wondrous glory to behold
There have been many times I’ve been blind
Riding in that contraption with wheels
When I walk home though
On my special dirt road
I can take notice of everything
Of all the things I’ve nearly missed
The sunlight glowing radiant with orange-purple delight
The children of my neighborhood playing tag, carefree
Leaves on the trees as they are painted red and orange
These are only some of the spectacles I can make up for
None are more precious then the ones I’ve missed
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