Each morning I rise
Without the strength needed
To reach sunset.
And yet…
Here I am again.
Each midday I strive
Without the directions
To find my place.
I pace…
Here I am again.
Sunset dips her face
In mine and shakes
Her head off every night.
If there is a home
For me to sleep
It never comes to sight.
Moonlight tracks a beam
To measure gain
And mine falls slow and slight.
Each night I surmise
Without a conclusion
To make it there.
I stare…
Where am I again?