Fall Of Every Season Sisyphean
Searched without his eyes,
behind the sun.
Kept wandering hopelessly.
From time he could never run.
Still this place had silence.
His moment of warmth.
This place, a mere mirror
with filters he wished could last.
The mirror always walked away.
Regained sight was to come.
Day's sleep was the only relief,
but still he came treasureless home.
