Melancholia

Me, I stand, looking up at the night sky

Wondering what the next day holds

It’s not that simple, not that lucid, to determine paths

How is it that we don’t know what lies, The next moment

May bring a surprise

That can last a while.

Uncertainty beckons

Oh why? Can’t things go back to being simple, pray?

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