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At the end of the day

looking to the western sky.

With nothing quite near,

and nothing to come.

I’ll let out a sigh,

so deep but calm.

I look to the sky,

blackened and grim.

Indifference, it wades

in the sea of infinity.

The stars are aligned.

but tell nothing inside.

A feeling so cold,

each time I reach a peak.

To fall straight below.

To look up once again.

Has this all been there

to find no one?

To burden this soul.

To let go of this light.

For in this dark sea,

and in these dark skies,

what light is there to hold

this soul up from below?

And at the end of the day,

I’ll look to the sky.

The sinking sun

to light what’s below.

And I’ll know why

I dive into darkness.

To swim in despair

and to dim these lights.

and to dim these lights.

This creation and all

can serve no one.

But one can serve anyone

and there can be light.

To hold inside

a thick despair

and share a gift that means nothing.

We hold silence in our hearts.

And mournful we are when all is lost.

For what cruel world, we find ourselves in.

To see such despair and isolation

only to be alone in the end.

And at the end of the day,

we are all alone

to never be satisfied

with who we had been.

At the end of the day,

we are alone

to never be satisfied

with who we had been.

A thick cloud will shroud us all

and when all the leaves have blown away,

it’s today that we will live

and tomorrow that we will die.