Some Call This Another Day

Some call this another day
As if they knew what was the position of the other ones
As if they weren't all here
As if one could point to a tree
And say this is a tree
As if there was something very true about it
Some call this view a new day
The outdoors has given up on days
There are illusions of plains
With impressions of wind
And there are ghosts of things
That appear to stand in the way



Credits
Writer(s): Sebastian Kantor
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