And while you are sitting still
Reciting love songs and looking ill
And while you are feeling weak
Trying to find the words to speak
And while you're not able to sleep
Digesting feelings of last week,
I walk on by and float on through
Observing nature work through you
Become a witness to your dance
Between light, darkness, shadows, and grace.
I am not that tied to your infliction,
Nor do I share your convictions
I only happen to appear in your wild world
Which I will leave to you to dust and sweep, my dear.
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