The Obvious Fact

On this

Eve-of Aurora night

It can easily appear that

Every life is a cloudy draw.

If you can’t sit,

Can’t ride, the melancholy

And the expectations, then

The storm and the roads

Gonna see you off.

I tend to disregard

The obvious fact that 

That we will never catch up,

Concentrate instead on

Singing my beetle-shadow loves

And dancing my

Sometimes-satisfaction lives.