Just like at home
I see stars in the sky
Morning doves murmur to each other
Flowers bloom and die
Spaghetti sauce simmers on the supper stove
Passenger jets cross the sky
People say "hello" as we pass on the street
Dinner with friends, we look forward to
And the weekend still feels full of promise
And our work keeps us shuffling along
And the year narrows
Until a slice of light just shows through
And we wonder to ourselves
Now what are we going to do?
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