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I shouldn't be struggling with this at 3:00 am

But we have so little time...

Think about it,
all the books you won't read
all the places you won't go

We have so little time and so much to do
World spun around
Turned me upside down
Dropped me on my head
On a rocky ledge
Baffled and bungled
Lost in a jumble
Crawling towards the sea
To return to my me
Needing to desolve
And reevolve
To my former self
The one upon the shelf
Today I fell up to the ground
The clovers, violets, and grass pulled me upside-down
And I looked back down at the sky
Who am I
to call you infinite?

At my ankles I found the tiniest spider
Methodically dancing
Bound me to the earth with the tiniest fibers
and I'm still here, so
Who am I
to call you infinitesimal?
This view from my window
Its why I moved in

This view from my window
Has kept me in

This view from my window shows a world of hope
This view from my window disables me to cope

This view from my window allows me to stay inside
This view from my window
Allows me to hide

From the ouside world
Im kept safe inside
But it is from my inside that I must hide

Im pushindg and trying to get up and out
From this view from my window
Please let me out

Incapacitated,  rejected, scorned , and deprived
Of what this view from my window has on the other side
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