Window
There’s a window in my room,
A room I share with another,
I imagine sometimes I can see the world,
Far larger than the mountains outside,
More interesting than the endless construction site,
There’s plants on my windowsill,
Growing and thriving, reminding me to live,
My world seems endless in these moments,
As though there isn’t class in an hour,
There are no assignments nagging me to do them,
No waiting on calls from people I care for,
In these moments,
There is nothing but me, me and the endless world
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