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Choice Of A Window

“I am looking out of a glass piece,
Wondering what to see.
The circles of light on the edge of my eye;
The green grass; or the spotless sky.

Something tells me the wind feels good;
Something tells me the sound of a blue bird.
Whatever I choose to see, I will miss something,
So is life just a pile of perfect decision making?

Every window lets in a layer of light-
Letting you see the world differently.
There will always, always be something that’s worth admiring
And a puny part of you, could be secretly regretting.

It’s just a sight, that will pass by in a moment—
So, to make a choice; that you won’t repent;
Is almost like painting a picture on the glass
And calling that a possibility, when it’s clearly a farce.

It will all come crashing down you’ll see,
With the pounding and passing of reality.
So just choose a window, any window to look through!
Because past all those complaints, waits a beautiful view.”

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