It seems that when you blend melancholy and pretension, you get slightly cryptic Haiku. Read into this what you will.
Wander or settle?
In the bright light of morning,
all seems possible.
By hazy midday,
Safety and comfort call me
The easy option.
As the sun goes down
Leaving seems a foolish dream
All I wish is rest.
But in the dark night
I wonder what might have been
Cold inside and out.
My Thoughts 