Spectacular rain drops
In dew of neon yellow lights
The strain in the observing eyes now tops,
Curiosity bedridden by illness of
A lazy mind. If we stop squinting,
Will it be possible to find? – a pattern?
Annoyances of every day subside,
Since night will gently come again,
After tonight.
So must we really give a rest to the idea of
Us going forward without movement, just
Through the power of our own eyes? Or
Can we look, and watch, and listen? Is it
Within our rights? Perhaps,
The only reason not to do so is glistening
Before us in this very moment – fright.
Doubts of necessity to in our thoughts be
free, solely due to the fear of losing our
Freedom.
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