The sky turned inside out,
The sun shook the ground
And the elements grated on me
Even as I sleep,
And I hope you can see me
Idling a hundred floors down,
What else can you see
From that high?
I can cope knowing this
Joke was just taken too
Seriously, you’re up in a suite
Waiting for me,
And they’re all in the lobby
Rooting for me, unearthing
My fortune and faith
Just ahead of me
And I’ll play along, this game
Just hurts however short
It may be, it’s just, you still
Feel so far away from me…

– B. Brown

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