It used to be the time of mysteries and marvels,
time for waking up to look out of the window and listening to night birds,
or watching dawn approach with that untamable sense of purpose.
When, i wonder, did it become just darkness and dreamless sleep?
Is it just a coincidence, or is it an inescapable pattern?
I'll need to watch over myself, and out of the window, more.
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