If we were to trade places
I, standing outside the window
becoming part of the scenery
- a dull gray morning
- winter finally reigning
- birds unkeen to fly or sing
- Sun's application for leave
finally granted by Galaxy
- confused clouds,
floating in indecision,
to move or to stay
If we were to trade places
Would any of them find me
any more or any less interesting
than this dull gray, morning
than their going about their day
unmindful as always
of who this puny being
gawking at them were?
Just a dull gray morning
and someone writing about it.
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