5. Sunlight

It's like you always want something more;

You’re always craving something new,

As if the world is colorless, or rather,

The world's color is lost on you

 

But I am sitting in my window,

Marveling at the sunlight,

A silent wonder, a miracle,

So far away

And so close and so bright

 

But you are never satisfied

By everything that amazes me,

And I watch you through my window,

While you wander aimlessly

The End

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