He watched every single sunrise
As though it was his very first,
Like through the grey light of the dawn
A golden firework had burst.
But in truth he simply wondered
What other gifts horizons hold,
Until he had himself convinced
That one could turn his dull world gold.
So he set all of his sights
On where the earth greeted the sky,
Left the things he’d loved
And bid his past a quick goodbye
So sure was he that the horizon
Would have all he’d ever need,
That just as soon as he had reached it
From his burden he’d be freed.

In the depths of night he found
The place he’s seen the sun arise,
And there he waited for its light
To come engulf his darkest skies.
But alas, as dawn was breaking,
No golden tint colored his world,
And as the sun rose in the distance
The hand of truth slowly unfurled;
You can’t bet happiness on horizons,
For it’s a race that’s never done,
In which you find beyond each finish line
There lies another one.

~e.h