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
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