The Response

 

 

Sometimes, as the sun goes does,

We await the darkness,

Just to shut out the noise of the day,

And all the dilemmas we have left open again.

 

Then, we make a trip to a friend who can see our day,

And our night,

In a way we cannot easily discern,

So they throw a firework into the darkening sky.

 

And all becomes clear once again.

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