A Forgotten time
There I am, sitting upright on this forsaken bed.
The moon has just come into view, and something bright yet
out of reach is what I see, and right away I make a wish.
A wish to be sent back to a time that has been rejected.
To open my eyes and find myself at furthest corners of the countryside.
A place where only the subtle breeze of the wind can be heard,
and as a consequence, silence has gained a voice.
The sound of leaves rustling hit my ears, as I am lying upon a bed
of flowers in the meadows, watching the sunrise
in the early morning.
When the sun sets, I gaze at a butterfly as it lands on my finger
and I close my eyes to hear the birds chirping.
However, my wish finally ends and I hear laughter across the hallway,
only to see a hearty meal waiting for me, with people I can call home.
Though the place may not be the one that was desired,
the company was the one that was wholeheartedly acquired.
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