Sunset For Later

When all is said and done I am left to analyze the situation that does not devour me but rather tickles my stomach gently, as I stood where you left me. Strong.

I was back there.

The air around you is decadent.
To this I admit there was once a one-way current that ran between us, maybe around us. Call it endeavor, call it desire. I can't put my finger on it but decided not to conclude what wasn't definite, but finite. I do not find shame in bringing this current back to light for it became a starting point towards accessing my darkness and I needed to be there once again. And I felt.

That thought aside, let's now put this powerful statement to rest: the three of us have very different ways of showing our knowledge, our ugliness, our beautiful sorrow and manhood.

I was humble, succeeding and failing miserably at the same time.
I opened my
self sublime
and damp
in beauty.
And I am not the same.

There is beauty to everything. That's golden, man. To get to that place and understand and consider.

Sometimes it feels as if I'm saving a sunset for later.
I have more in my favor, I didn't know this back then but now I do.

Odds

And I find these odds to be funny,
I must be crazy then but
I think I have found beauty one too many times somehow a
natural cycle that I have yet to catch up with and I sing.

Freedom has yet to catch up with me. But it will.

What are the odds? It's easy to get struck by lightning, man.