Where are you heading?

“Stranger? It’s the Dawn.”
Up at this hour.
Staring closely at the rising sun;
Your eyes- heavy with grief.

Oh? It’s the dawn.
I’m up at again at dawn.
My eyes heavy
Thinking of everything;
Everything I cannot change.

It’s okay.
It’s probably okay to be up again at this hour.
I cannot find it.
“Find what?”

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