Every thing is not outside.
Everything is not just right right now ,
I can not wait for tomorrow .
So much of me is outside .
This morning I am out back
With my morning drink .
The sun does not move nor shine .
I sure do not know everything .
I look up into the gray sky .
I do not hear a bird sing
Nor do I see one bird fly by .
As I look at the time
That is on my wrist ,
The time seems to stand still ,
Because I have so much on my mind .
By Brock
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