Watching the space
Between curtains
In the guest room
Where I'm laying
Not sleeping
One eye squinting
Watching clouds
Stand still
In bright sky
Puffy pillows
White patches
A ceiling painting
Looks fake
But this feeling
That everything ends
Seems real-true
I don't know
Been here before
You see these clouds
They won't move
My speck of sky
It's too static
And I'm just stuck
Watching the clouds
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