I never seek for it, yet it came upon me
like the proud sun, beaming across the earth
with its warmth soaked in euphemisms
disguising itself with its radiance,
blinding all eyes - seeing that everything's
about radiance and beautiful weekend mornings.
tell me, shall I just wait for the day to end,
though aware, I am, that there'll be no dusk?
or I should just run, sought the refuge
of shadows and its damp chill, awaiting
for me, once I give up my first quest
to find THE reasons ...elsewhere?