Clarity

I sit by a tinted window Trying to clear its haziness Rubbing my eyes, hoping the world will not look at me in misty eyes Day upon day I sit at my window's tinted windowsill Hoping for a new better looking day My mind is an amalgamation of thoughts Each fighting for survival Hungry for their need to be fulfilled Neither pacing nor calming I open my tinted window Hoping the fresh air will lift this heaviness Of unwanted confusion Perhaps my perception is what clouds me From this outside world Of connected pathways And waiting choices