There is the Sun J. M. Strother You make life so complicated when it is so simple, Always questioning everything you see. Nothing is as it seems, you say, Nothing is real. But I am real. I breath and walk and think. I see the world, not through rose colored glasses As you claim that I do, But as it is, Warts and all, And see that it is beautiful Despite the blemishes, The pains. We look at the dawn together And you say you see the torment of ages. I see the sun.

 
~jon
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