another day another existential crisis

At the moment of setting,
when the sun kisses the
tops of pine trees in a cinch,

it means you could do anything.
Throw everything away and move
to a city with brighter lights.
Wear only grey T-shirts and
fall in love with strangers everyday.

Or you do nothing but
take in the ecstasy of
when the sun and the stars
take their waltzing pass.

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