I sit here in the perfect spot, to watch the world go by. 

For I know of a thousand worlds, that reach up to the sky!

I visit my favourites day to day, and we talk and drink hot tea.

So many souls go rushing by, but they’re all my family.

Even the ones that don’t like to talk, or play or look at me, 

I walk past their homes, without peeking in, but they know that I can see.

I see their pain, in their darkened rooms, and I hear them whisper why?

But soon they’ll see that we’re just the same, and beyond this world they’ll fly!

 

Fin.