the wind wakes me from a peaceful
rest
against the
wall my head is pressed
for time, I
take it slow
it will
soon be my time to know
what I see
before my eyes
can’t even
focus, not a surprise
I am so
tired at this early hour
still half
asleep without a shower
falling
from the sky
and if you
ask, the clouds do cry
for all the
times my eyes won’t move
but it
isn’t something I can prove
emotion in
the world around
from high
up, right to the ground
below my
feet where I walk then run
but what is
life if it can’t be fun…
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