I’m watching the sunset now,

It’s a daily routine,

leaves me with thoughts,

sometimes aspirations.

I realize it sounds like a rehearsal,

that practice and rerun of our lives.

I’m not sure what act I’m in,

could be the middle or just a one act play.

I don’t know the conflict at all,

or if there even needs to be one.

I’m waiting with patience tonight,

letting the sunlight sink the horizon.

I told a friend of mine this evening

I’m experiencing an existential crisis.

My answers are in the sunset,

I’ll have to run it again tomorrow night.