When the evening is spread out against the sky,
When feelings and emotions are flying high.
Why so intricate and obscure?

When I disturb the universe so vast,
When I feel the seconds racing past.
Why so unexplainable and indescribable?

When I see moments of greatness extinguished,
When I see myself invisible in the eyes of those distinguished.
Why is fairness part of life yet the rain falls on the just and the unjust?

When I hear those disembodied voices in my ear,
When I see those fragile hearts fill with fear.
Is to be brave really to sense fear yet be able to overcome it?

Should I create a new identity or slay an old,
Should I see if the earth is worth its weight in gold?
Should I condense the galaxies and watch the effect,
Or should I measure my life out in coffee spoons and see the grains connect?

Afternoons and coffee spoons,
Yellow fog and midnight moons…