view

You saw the seasons
changing, through me

You were happy, I
kept the rains out of me

You put a curtain
on me, so that you could sleep

You were always certain
'd keep the wind out of reach

Then why now I feel like a window pane?
And why now I classify existence in vain?
and Why did you break the glass
when you could've just opened
just opened
opened me
to see
what is to be
to be beyond me
only through me ...

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