Warmth and Illusion

Dusk at summer
Sunset adds a counterpoint to a mood

He wonders why he doesn't go back inside
He wonders a lot of things, but mostly that

Deep down of course, the answer is evident
As are other answers, to other questions
He spends the evening pondering truth

He knows that outside, with the sunset, he can partake in an illusion
Outside doesn't seem real, the only truth is in thought

To go in would be to accept reality
To return to the harsh warmth of reality

The sunset has its own warmth
And his thoughts have their own truth