_~I sat next to my window
Staring at distant freedom
Smile, sooth my boredom
The cold chilly morning
My heart out calling
Thought of winter, dreamt of summer
Could I go see the outside world
Things of it, I've heard
Some fun, others left me sad
Looking at the drifting winds
Whistling to the sizing tides
Out from which I couldn't hide
Nor from side to side
Am out of lines
Lost notes, just coins
I should stay indoors
Avoid the noisy outdoors
Live within the corridors
Show myself to the watching walls
Hope to perform in front of crowded halls
Singing in the bathroom
Moving stuff, creating room
Sleep, stay in my room
©fredrick o
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