Out in the open
March 24, 2017
You see it but don’t notice it
You hold it but don’t feel it
You take it without knowing
You give it without thinking
You fall before the storm
You try getting up
You trip again and lose control
You stand and hold your pose
The clock ticking
The minutes are sneaking
An hour passes by
The day is way too far
The stars come out
You are still standing still
The moon whispers in your ear
Telling you to go to bed
But you are insane and stay
The breeze keeps you cool
The night animals pass by you
Smelling and sensing you there
They get frightened by your stare
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