Laid by the gate at the foot
of the garden
My view stretches out
from the fence to the wall
No words could explain,
no actions determine
Just watching the trees
and the leaves as they fall
Sometimes I feel like a stranger and sometimes I feel just like just watching the world go by. But other times I feel great so what does that all mean. I’m as happy as the rest of the world and happier in some cases.
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