#2345-Double-edged

On calm sunny days,

He often sat there,

Drink in hand,

Watching the sun sink,

Painting distant hills,

An orangish pink.

Those days are now remnants,

Of a different life,

One filled with distractions,

That soothed a restless mind.

“Tomorrow will be different,”

He boldly claims.

Yet I wonder,

How long it will be,

Before he can feel,

The double-edged sword,

This new reality actually is.