Tile In The Wall Poem by Daniel Y.

With a bird’s-eye-view, I watched intently
days gone by, and danced about me
people came and people went
but seldom not the same
until I fell beneath the pane
and then, face-down
I only saw night
A pitch-black so dark
the sun could not find
and years passed, or minutes
but I wished for the view.
The only one I knew.
The book knows entirely
and does not change with time
but instead the mind which reads
has grown and sees.