Vision
Sitting here, in a room with no light
Everything seems
Increasingly bright
And the sound seems louder
Than it normally should be
As I play
With my excessively growing goatee
It seems like a habit
Having my mornings this way
Yet for fun there is a price
Everyone must pay
Only one question dwells
In the mind of thy own
The answer still remains
To be unknown
Somewhere in the distance
Unreachable by any means
Sits a tall beaming
United States Marine
Copyright © Michael Harris | Year Posted 2006
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