The blue of the sky
Is slowly turning red
Night is coming
Fast appraoching
To consume me
Walking around
Without you
It is getting colder
No-one notices
I think about
Nothing
Thoughts going
Round in circles
Cannot concentrate
Stop and sit
Watch the night go by
Someone told me
"You miss too much these days
If you stop and think"
Nice idea
But I cannot
Change who I am
Analyse something
To death and bveyond
Carpe diem
Holds no meaning
Who am I?