I sit,
Face pressed against the glass,
Watching cars and people pass.
I sit,
Staring at streets down below,
It's all just go, go, go.
I sit,
Gazing at the sky,
Wishing I could fly.
It sit,
Watching the crowds dissolve,
Around the clock they revolve.
I sit,
Watching the last light disappear,
The moon she seems so near.
I sit,
The moon is dancing with the sun,
Chasing, having fun.
I sit,
Listening to the clocks stoke nine,
While the sky takes its own sweet time.
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