I often stare through my bedroom window
Half wanting to sleep again
Lazy hazy mornings
But the weekdays have other plans for me
Some to annoy, some to delight
Some days of a chance meeting
When I could sit and forget the world
Some you meet in life remind
Others make you forget
And some others help to see clearly
That this is a cycle of rampant futility
I can see these images often
Cast on haze, ironically these too are
For these fade away in the bright sun
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