Daydream

This third type of dream is meant for me — maybe for everyone, but I assert not so much, for who am I but a humble writer? Rather than make a strong defense, I say: I watched the world around me change from rain to shine, from summer to winter, from dawn to dusk, from night to day. Seeing all the changes I took for granted, I have no reason to return to gazing back and forth rather than knowing myself, as I am.