I sit looking out my window
Wonder what it could be
Seeing what I wish to know
Things that don’t seem like me
I look at the moon
Wondering how it survives
Never giving a thought to doom
Or thinking about our lives
I stare at the sun
Looking into its fiery core
I don’t know what’s to become
When time will be no more
I sit looking out my window
Wondering the secrets to life
Thinking of things I do not know
To live in grief, or just to give strife
(26 August.06)
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