As the window grow older than the webs wrapping
A young boy stares in gloom
The view outside gets older
Dry leaves and wet flowers
Rain pouring as the sky grow in tears
He saw all outside are washed away
Sulking soil turning to mud of new beginnings
Birth of the sun at the end of rain
What he had inside remained
His old room
Plagued with random past thoughts
Boxes filled of love, regrets, and all that is still…
Covered in walls
Restricted dreams left under his bed
Only a window to view reality filled with fantasy
Seeds became flowers that bloom
Trees getting stronger
Storms ending…
A new day come as the old washed away
However…
The boy looking through the window
Remained…
In the shadow of his old room and ways