Day & Night
Sitting in a tree,
Wondering what's supposed to be.
Sitting between the Earth and Sky,
Watching as time goes by.
At night, the stars wink at me,
A part of me knows it should be 'we'.
As the day dawns, it shines bright.
She wants to change me and clear my sight.
Still feeling alone in the tree,
Staying in the middle is fine, as far as I can see.
It can be bad, it can be good.
Just wait to see what could.
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