Afternoon Continuum
A life in a day begins in the morn.
A day in a life begins when you're born.
Between night and day, life will have it's way.
Until the sun sets, you will have to stay.
Where does the sun go when you take your last breath?
And twilight begins beyond human death.
A question of conscience with afternoon tea.
A vision too far for our eyes to see.
The simplest of times now confused in rhymes.
It's not a wonder the world has it's mime's.
Stuck in their boxes and tripping on air.
Showing their audience nothing is there.
We try and we fail to buy life on sale.
And hope that we eat it before the breads stale.
A thought of a thought that never was caught.
An answer in a mind that never was sought.
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