Waiting for the sun to go down
The clock has come full circle, all the way around.
A constant repetition
Once again forming a pattern.
The nature of this cycle, a dwelling…an obsession.
Stood here feeling the magnetic pull from both sides…
Opposing mind frames, two places…so tell me where the beast resides?
No more resistance…no more strain
No more suffering, a lack of pain.
The truth dawns on me and I can finally see
When dusk falls from the sky, I am finally free