Slightly Askew

Looking out to the horizon The warmest colors, the sun setting just past the water And yet all I see is a line, slightly askew Is it me? Is it the world around me? Why do I feel disoriented? My heart races Frustrated, I adjust my own posture I study the horizon and begin to speculate There's a problem in front of me that I must solve Minutes, hours, days go by The sun rises and falls, the weather varies And yet I notice none of it Why is the horizon slightly askew? How can I set the lines straight? My frustration grows The waves crash The voices in my head grow louder Louder Until finally, I forget about the problem in front of me I move on to the next challenge All the while I failed to notice how many glorious sunsets passed before me All that beauty wasted Because the world wasn't perfect I couldn't look past its faults And now I remain, stoic, unphased, uninspired And still slightly askew.