The sun sets on the horizon <br />And you change your mind about tomorrow <br />Every time I try to convince you otherwise <br />All I get is a slap in the face <br /> <br />But every time you don’t listen to me <br />The sun sets on the horizon <br />One by one they fall to your wrath <br />Your bag of tricks and smoke fools everyone <br />But the change in the world is small <br />And when everything is said and done <br />The sun sets on the horizon <br /> <br />You lure us into your trap of honey <br />But soon we sicken of your taint <br />As no one can keep up appearances for too long a time <br />And when all your resistance crumbles <br />The sun sets on the horizon <br /> <br />And every time I try to explain to you <br />That you are your own demise <br />The result is always the same. Always nothing <br />You can’t even save yourself at the end of the day <br />There is no future. There is no past. There is no one else <br />But the truth is: there is no you. Not now. Not ever. And not when <br />The sun sets on the horizon<br /><br />Jaryd Stapleton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sun-sets-on-the-horizon/
