I can’t believe I’m writing this

I watch as the sun sets before my eyes

There’s nothing left outside, the ground is burnt

Instead the inside beckons

The air conditions outside are stifling

Instead I’ll eat some ice cream

Worlds apart just due to a door

And yet I knew this, I’m still surprised

It’s as if I’m on an alien planet.

So rather than running or playing around,

I’ll just light a candle and make little sound.

Good morning rambler

Good night gambler

Time to rhyme

As time passes by

Moonlight lingering mild eyes

Rivers, frozen life.