I can see you looking from the outside
Pondering, curious of the interior.
You do not enter
Simply because there is no door.
Still interested, you look for another way in
To no avail you sit and wait.
I try hard to help
As four walls become six
And six become eight
But truly in the end,
What difference does it make?
Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 11:42 AM UTC
I can see you looking from the outside
Pondering, curious of the interior.
You do not enter
Simply because there is no door.
Still interested, you look for another way in
To no avail you sit and wait.
I try hard to help
As four walls become six
And six become eight
But truly in the end,
What difference does it make?
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