Looking Out the Window



Looking out the window

The dead of night

Street Light flickering in and out

Pitch black when out

Complete nothingness is seen

Yet the world still moves

Everything feels so still

Like time has stopped

But time still ticks away

Small creatures run the streets

Lightning bugs floating in the air

A freight train travels on the tracks

Down the end of the road

Down the hill

All this transpires

As I gaze outside

Seeing the world

Looking out the window.


Jon Harder

Jon@HardwayHQ.com

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