Look

I lay upon a bed and look around and see
Books and books and books of nothing but poetry

I sit upon the floor and look around and see 
A bed and dresser and something else not quite hidden from me

I stand upon the grass and look around and see
Nothing left of the world but animals and trees

I'll look from the mountains 
I'll look from the sees
I'll look from the hilltops
I'll look from the trees

You lay upon a bed and look around and see
You may see a phone with a number history

You sit upon the ground and look around and see
You may see a kitten and your pet puppy

You may stand upon the grass and look around and see
You may see a squirrel running up a tree

You look from the mountains
You look from the seas
You look from the hilltops
You look from the trees

But if there's one thing that I know
You'll never see the same thing as me
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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