How the sky changes and taints
but I can’t see it, because of the smog
How the stars shine above it all
but I can’t reach them, because of your thoughts
that drift me from mine
weakly, weekly, wondering why
The Earth resurrects every now and again
and I am inert, trying to cooperate
not to smother it
Although every step I take defines it
and redefines it
as I make my way away
as I try to linger in a warm and weary
ray of the Sun
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