A window to the world
A peephole to my soul
It reflects ever the seasons and the yore
Are those trees or shadows in my mind
flowers you think or stars shining bright
Busy people with lost causes
like dark days and well lit nights
I see some foes but friends you say
strangest of places love tries to essay
In a world where dumb stands no chance
I am the one who can't have my dance
Pictures blue green painted outside
strong winds though few can withstand
The window lies to me once in a while
Spice my life keeping truth aside
The window stays put
I keep running, behind
a Mirage, an illusion, a dream well knit?
The gentle breeze sweeps my mind away
to a time and place where everything is alright
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