Expect? 


Why do we see the world as we want to see it?

Through a sieve, filtering it 

Bleak sunlight, passing along 

From the closed window 

Dim, dark, dull shadows 

My companions 

So why expect the dullness to lure in joy? 

To speak out the cheer of the season 

Exposing the dim, why expect? 

Why live life, based on a whim? 

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