I reach for tv remote
see orange traversing
my old tube's screen
instructing me to press
waited for few minutes
more bleeps of rules
I rather not follow
I look at my window instead
dream of beautiful tomorrow
even a sunshine gazing ground
would fulfill that premise
without questions but smile
so I can wait again by trees
for whispers that heaven drop
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