Sunset no. 9.

I used to be so in love
with the world, man,
like I do now.
Then I was separated
from it like I was
separated from myself.

I didn't know what I
had was real and
someone wanted me
to be someone else.

I thought maybe
they were right,
because why not?

I lost the gleam
in my eyes and
I hated the
personal hell
where nothing
matters and
it hurts to smile.

Life is a journey.
Am I lucky or not?

All I know is:
the sun's golden ray
is my favorite scent.
That doesn't last
at all.