FROM THE BALCONY

 I see the trees standing in the sky,

 The cars go by as I watch from high.

 Walking people going here and there,

 Sometimes I wonder if they're happy or in pain.

 Do I really care when from the balcony I stare,

 Without a name, to me, they are not there.

 The wind I feel as I am looking everywhere,

 The sky is hazy, a quiet moment is where I am.

 From inside I watch through the window,

 The balcony is there, quietly I don't really care 
 What is out there.
                       Keith Garrett

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