The Window

The Window.

The door, the floor, the chair,
The window.
A window.
Nothing more nothing less accept,
Accept the potential.
The potential it holds to change the way in which you view life.
Your life.
On a rainy day your life is a prison trapping you in,
On a sunny day your life is a meadow with no limits or bounds.
The window.
The window changes you, chooses you.
Once you look through it no more can you stray from the path you were destined with.
Because just like your feelings, your told what to do.
The window.
The window is not just the window once it has captured you.

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