Window of Moments Past

Every day I find myself looking through my window Like a pathway into my whole life I can see every sweep, every hogwash moment Now I am like the final viewer All these years I have been growing up not know of now Until now, which came to swiftly Moments of the past; of the future all coincide with these young thoughts which so abruptly stop my mind Life, which was once a gift to me Once again posses me to be it's humble prisoner and again I see that this is all it can be