Diverse Natures

All I hear is the wind

Whispering where I've been

All I see is the night

Diluting all I've seen

To the door I try to walk

Yet like a child I fear the floor

With the knob I try to lock

My fears out of what I'm not sure

I sit in the corner of my bed

Unsure of what I've said

Is it good or is it bad?

These little things I made a fad

I tire and I rest

Unoppressed and without protest

I wake to a sun

That shot me like a gun

Who pulled the trigger?

Who made me shiver?

I tempt myself to curiosity

Unsure of my superiority

I sit in my corner on my bed

Unsure of what you said

Is it bad or is it good?

These big things I knew I would

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