As I sat down in the weird hours of morning, counting down the hours to prepare for work, I craved for a world of mine... these words came flowing...
Do I wonder why?
Why should I?
My hands are small but full.
I miss much, when you are far away.
Off to another world not close to mine.
Whenever you are in sight,
I get a grand insight.
Out here where I am,
I see the world as worlds.
Right here, this moment,
I hope to be inspired.
I saw many worlds before me.
only one I behold.
The one I will miss, treasure and be moved.
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