My Window
I can see life through it
Yes I have a view
If only I could connect a bit
maybe I’d be normal too
Things go by... some slow, some fast
but this is nothing new
Then it all becomes the past
another day but the same view
I watch changing seasons
Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall
I witness hurt without reasons
no wonder there’s a wall
Tomorrow is another day,
another glimpse, another ride
It’s moldable just like the clay
Maybe soon I’ll go outside
