The corner

We hate school but we miss it when we graduate. We hate our jobs but we miss it when we quit. We hate to hate but we miss it when we love. We hate to fall but we love it when in love. We hate our views but we miss it when we lose our vision. We hate our vision but we miss it when we change it. 

We miss a page when we turn it. We miss the past when we turn a corner.

 The other side, unknown. But it is the unknown that solves problems. Sometimes I wish to be unknown. The cloud is raining, the street is turning, the light and I are sleeping. 

Am I turning the corner or is the corner turning?

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