Where The Sun Sets

Where The Sun Sets

 I’ve grown lame from days of toil,

Having sewn my garden atop infertile soil.

Now I think it time I left, traveled West where-

Maybe I can grow roots and build a nest there.

That’s where I’ll stay.

Gazing out at oceans that bleed into the sky.

No longer caring of How, When, or Why.

I’ll stop running and learn to rest.

denying my purpose,

Where the sun sets.

I’ll grow drunk on joy in solitude

Replace life’s complexity with simple platitudes.

I’ll do nothing, live nowhere, and become no one.

 Where life lessons never lessen,

And every curse becomes a blessing.

You’ll find me there.

Where I can place my final bets, absolve my moral debts.

And somewhere in that ocean of regrets

I’ll breach the surface,

Where the sun sets.

-Adam J Marcon