What good is sunshine in a windowless room?
How do you know if it’s raining outside?
What good is wrangling over maybes and coulds?
How do you know if there’s truth in the lies?
But one day the sun’s gonna work its way
through roof and wall and light it all
and the rain will wash it away.
What good are windows if they just face a wall?
How do the trees find a place they can play?
What good is staring at the same set of facts?
How many bricks are in a day?
And one day the trees are gonna eat their way
through roof and wall and turn it all
into molehill mountains once again.
What good, How do you do what you do
when you know that nothing’s ever gonna change on it’s own.
How do, what good is waiting for the rain,
and the sun, and the trees, because all of these
are waiting for you too.
Climb a tree, touch the rain
feel the sun on your face
and never wait to live again.
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, new poem every morning
, windowless room