Compound Pt IV: Endeavor

Why was the sky on fire tonight?
After quiet bands of red, yellow and green?
Why did those shades of grey and white spellbind me?
It all happened for a reason, but what did it mean?

Something lingered in the air this morning,
but it wasn't coming from the beer plant.
It made something stir in the back of my mind,
and even now I try to block it out. But I can't.

By sunset I could feel the temperature rising
in my body, my soul and my mind.
My nerves became unhinged once again,
and my wits inevitably left me behind.

The sun is gone now, as is my pride,
and nothing lingers here anymore.
The rainbow has faded away tonight,
and the sky's fire just settled its score.

Tomorrow's another day.
It could still go my way.
Perhaps this time I'll pray.

Harder.