At first, just a silhouette.
Upon my approach, so much more.
A setting sun digging into the mountain.
Leaving a trail of colors, shifting with time.
You sat on a stone bench, soaking in warm obsession of the view .
I wonder as I pass by,
Is this all you’re here for?
Resting in quiet, simple joy?
Or have you, like all of us, escaped for a moment?
Enjoying freedom before we’re found again?
Playing hide-and-seek while we pretend the city closes its eyes.
But we know it never does.
A tale of mutual survival,
But time away from the machine is hallowed time.
No matter why we are here,
We are here to be free.