How to be Mundane

go to school

or the park

or anywhere outside
early in the morning

when there’s only

a few souls

wandering the expanse

that shouldn’t

have been there

in the first place

 

sit on the benches

and watch the sun come up

notice how

it doesn’t wait for anyone

or anything

to tell it when to come up

and set fire to the skies

and silently wish

you could be that way too

This poem is about: 
Me

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