“What do I see?”

Looking out my window
What do I see?
A long-haired, bearded man
Staring back at me

Pondering the world’s issues
From the comfort of his home
Solving all the world’s issues
From in between his dome

What is one prone to do
When he’s sitting all alone?
But think about the world he lives in
And all that is to be done

But for now, all the world’s problems are not his own
He certainly isn’t alone
Because other people share his problems
Although he is home alone

January 1, 2013

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