As the sun goes down

As the sun goes down for another day
An empty twilight mutely questions me
Stillness,Silence and the Painted sky:I'm burning,yearning to find answers
But scared of finality
The night will come and pass 
With my mind dwelling in every possible universe
A sparse moon and stars unmarked
and my solitary confinement-an evil of necessity or of a resolute irrationality;
shall weigh down the atmosphere with the load of my choices