I'm by the window on the 5th floor
the view can only be described 
as average 
the clouds were in my head before 
now they glide above the
hard stone bridge 
observed from the window floor 
alongside a placebo pill 
and a bevarage.

The window on the 5th floor

I'm the little seed trying to grow from inside out,
Your ugly is showing, trying to contain the sprout
The perfect little facade of yours
The red strawberry pores
Will get bitter as the time rolls about
Not even having tried to figure me out