Sunlight hits the buildings,
And looks wrong,
Too early—
The sun slanted against the walls,
Wrong way right,
It’s a strange thing,
This perspective thing,
I removed myself from—
Well,
What did I?
The day?
And with my—
And, with my sight,
I can see light,
As something—
Different,
The morning,
Well, I prefer the night,
But now,
Perhaps,
I can see how it must look—the latest times.
Learning to see through another’s eyes,
Well—that’s what we all need,
And the sun reminds me,
Though why I am awake this early,
Means that I didn’t sleep,
But I don’t do much of that,
Anyway.
Not for years.
There’s too much to do.
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Special thanks to: Bob Gerkin, Collin Pearman, Dylan Alexander, Jerry Banfield, and Michael The Comic Nerd.
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