Office
Top floor
Evening
Glow
Cubicle
Desk
Papers
Work
Forgotten
Window
Cityscape
Reflections
Sunspots
Clouds
Reds
Purples
Blues
Next day
It comes a little bit earlier
Until it starts to come a little bit later
Until it starts to come a little bit earlier
Until the eyes that belong to that man
Who belongs to that desk and that office
Turn off forever
Nature changes every day
But never every year
Why teach us that life is uncertain
Just to show us that it isn't?
Everything goes on and on again
Until it stops
But when will that be?
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