#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.