The truth is in the after-glow.

Is there a reason?

I don’t really know.

And, should the sun neglect to rise,

how do we carry on?

Yes, I see through their petty lies –

and, yes, it hurts so much.

There is no apparent reason.

I cannot touch

the edges of – no, must not go there.

Is there a reason?

I don’t know, but I know that

I simply can’t not care.