I sat beneath the window sill and painted with the light
The colors mixed accordingly, my images took flight
And as I watched them disappear, ascend into the clouds
I noticed how the symmetry reflected all my doubts
And so it was, my counterparts had finally aligned
It didn't matter where I was or what I left behind
For anything the distance claimed was taken as a pawn
And given back eventually, thus never really gone
So when the sun would recreate horizons in my eyes
I'd see the world for what it was, completely undisguised