Feed me the dregs of the sun's warmthEven as the mist envelops the flora
I bundle against the isolation
Yet the sun's light squints
I can see the world being put to bed in a pink hue
The steam from my lungs
Spew from the ovens of my chest
And I recognize my life
I walk through the dew on the grass
As you drive the asphalt trail
You are speeding into my afterglow
You are young with aspiration
Life is on your trail
You have all those things to embrace
You are a joy to hold
It's just that you can't be the sunset
Is there a place for our polarities
Can we overlap
When your energy is not mine
When my wisdom discounts your naivete
Are we the fit of the hand and glove
Or are we the generational connection
Are we the thread
That sews everything together
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