Slightly Askew
Looking out to the horizon
The warmest colors, the sun setting just past the water
And yet all I see is a line, slightly askew
Is it me? Is it the world around me?
Why do I feel disoriented?
My heart races
Frustrated, I adjust my own posture
I study the horizon and begin to speculate
There's a problem in front of me that I must solve
Minutes, hours, days go by
The sun rises and falls, the weather varies
And yet I notice none of it
Why is the horizon slightly askew?
How can I set the lines straight?
My frustration grows
The waves crash
The voices in my head grow louder
Louder
Until finally, I forget about the problem in front of me
I move on to the next challenge
All the while
I failed to notice how many glorious sunsets passed before me
All that beauty wasted
Because the world wasn't perfect
I couldn't look past its faults
And now I remain, stoic, unphased, uninspired
And still slightly askew.
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