One single orange light,
is shining through my window.
It continuously keeps me awake.
But when I am walking home from work…
Exhausted, covered in dirt,
just wanting to fall asleep.
You’d think I would hate that single orange light,
which is still shining through my window.
It guides me home though,
tired,
covered in dirt,
still just wanting to sleep.
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