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
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