Windows

Looking out

To sea or to see

Traffic jams

Choking us all

In between cursing everything

Maybe it’s just me

Scanning for light

In a heavy world

Where every pleasure

Is a fight

Short tempers

A million sighs

We’re swimming

In a pool of lies

What happened to us

We are barcodes

We are a number

We are glued to our slumber

Glazing through windows

Covered in mist

Hard to see

Maybe it’s just me

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