We should never be frightened by
We should never shy away from
We should never stop questioning

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The meaning of life. They evolve with maturity
The reason for our thoughts, words, actions. They evaluate our beliefs and change
The right thing to do. They are necessary pains to wash your conscience with

before,
how people grow up
why people change
who people become
what people fall for
where people find home
if love even exists

then,
these happened to me
one at a time
or simultaneously

now,
it is still ongoing
it is inevitable

you pull through
you get a grip
you kick and move
you start swimming

fresh.
The moment water trickles down your body

clean.
The moment you step out of the showers

aromatic.
The moment the smell of freshly brewed beverage hits

savoury.
The moment amazing breakfast washes into your mouth

personal.
The moment you put on music and hum along

Known to some
Unknown to none

Where heart is
Soul search tis

Present to some
Absent to come

Tune that *****
Lest forgotten

Warmth to some
Froth to thrum

Rise a rhythm
Find its freedom

Windows high or low, windows sing or woe (if they could effect sounds)
Windows are protestants of peace; often the mediator between the inside and the out
They tirelessly shield us from the rain and sun, the dust and even noise, sometimes the wind itself too; so things don't topple over
There are times you open them, when you look out and think of an adventure out
There are also times you close them, when you seek some respite
Windows, if anything, are the forgotten heroes of time
They are your guides, your decision-making helpers, as is the Spirit
Their panes (pains) are to be taken care of, wiped regularly for absolute clarity
They nudge, with the help of wind sometimes, dying not to be ignored
They crave interaction with its user, oh if only our owners knew they cry
Knowing how to operate them for full utilisation is truly, a skill