Where the room had big windows
Where the street had a cracking pavements
Friends were few stations away, knowing they would meet me, when the sun was absent

Where the room had no windows
Where lawns had blue-sky ceilings
I was aware, in GMT +7 time zone, the sun was not shining

I was short sighted
Your faces lacked sharpness
I need to be near enough, to see what have changed

I was short sighted
Only your texts
brought by the bright blue interface
could bring light
to the exact right spot on my retina