Sometimes I just sit and stare,
Over here and over there.
Devote myself to thoughts and scene,
Neglecting what would intervene.
Heavy all that I’ve in tow,
A part of me, yet great a foe,
Brawling with the vivid mind,
And mine is of a restless kind.
But I find, from time to time,
A scenery that’s most sublime.
There I sit, and there I stare,
Over here and over there.
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