The sun rose and I stayed there, under its radiant beam of light
Trailing along the pattern of the sky at the brink of morning.
I walk the road of the lonely wanderers and thinkers
Searching for meaning, searching for purpose.
The road to happiness can sometimes lead to sorrowful ends
And the desire for power to the loss of virtue and humility.
My quest for meaning has turned to its own failure.
I try to fix the purpose of my existence
Like a jigsaw puzzle scattered in a vial of black void.
But as the sunset comes, I discover the beauty of life.
The beauty of the day thinning into violet hues,
The glorious Sun sinking under the sheets of the crimson sky
The clouds dispersing into thin fumes of a dragon’s smoke
At this moment, I felt my heart captured by the beauty of it
And that was when I wanted to die,
Peacefully under the dimming rays of the golden sunset.