and there –
on the horizon –
setting sun…
did you make a difference today?
did you color outside the lines?
did you disallow the urge to follow cadence?
march instead to the beat of your own drum?
i find it oh so intriguing the way sunlight captures day,
holds it – indisposed,
then sets it free…
and once again nightfall.
prelude to the possibility of –
(another day of) anything,
or – nothing…
standing too close to the edge 