Along came the sun so inviting
But it is burning me
Bright and yellow and warm
It hurts my eyes and I cannot see
The wind whispers it's name
Though I cannot make anything out of it
The clouds rush in pale gloom
It was all the reason I needed to quit
There is no answer because there is no question
I have found poetry beautiful but empty
But It's what I have come to chase
An endless path to nowhere
16 March 2008
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