It's Not Really A Puzzle, Just One Piece
Sometimes when it's late at night
and I feel like my room is the only vessel
drifting through a black spacious ocean
with the constellations above,
some bars of light will begin circling around
the inside of my room.
As the lights find their way from one side of my room to the other,
reflecting a shadow of my window,
I remember there are other vessels too.
They flow past these sturdy walls I've always
How beautiful that each car serves as a lighthouse to me
so that when I begin to fear everything beyond my room has
disappeared from me, I remember that the Earth
still cradles my room and I remember the Earth still calls from
outside with these cars to say,
"your room will always be a lovely place to sleep, but just know
you can travel every foot of me and I will still hold you."
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