I Don’t Enjoy a Consistent Sun

Life doesn’t consciously care for breaks,

Yet it takes them in its own unique ways.

A sudden wind on a scorching day,

Rain to wash the dirt away.

You claimed the pain was necessary,

Even though it was quite contrary

To your optimistic ideologies

That it wasn’t enough to just appease.

A single chocolate was all you bought,

Eaten with the dirty hands you wrought.

You were too stuck in your future thoughts,

Wrapped up in time and yourself in knots.

It’s remarkable how you could pretend

Your growing misery was your friend.

There was no need for fake amends

On your painful path that never ends.

We’ve come so far, but I must apologize,

For I find no worth in maintaining our ties.

The surprise cool weather lets me fly,

So a desert-stuck man can’t be my ally.