On Monotony

Every night becomes an invitation
To some new knowledge given,
But sometimes a night just withers
Away in a simple, quiet fashion.
I love the thought of a new everyday,
But maybe I've got to resign myself
To the truth that some days are just
Unimportant collapses of particles,
Cascading across horizons at intervals.
Well, oh well. A guy could do worse.
Up close in life I fail. Always do I
Quantify every idea and image that
Crosses my mind. I look at the root-
Never the branches. I often miss such
Beautiful blooms that sway sweetly
In a nighttime air of confident bliss.
What a fool I've become, these days.