• What is it that you can see from your window?
    Because mine seems to be to bright to look out from.
    And when I call out the names of former foes, all my fears go into the sun with it.
    Can you call out to the men with pistols below, who love shooting their bullets into the air?
    Every time that I do, the sound no longer lingers and I begin to wonder.
    We must be looking out two different sides of the universe, you and I.
    Which seems irrational as our skies are filled with the same clouds.
    Those ones with all the annoying colors of blues and greens.
    Do you remember them all?
    Or maybe it was just me.