Everytime I look outside the window, I try to figure out what this world is made of,

But I always find the same trees, the same street I live in the same people, the same everything,

My life sometimes feel the same, just me every morning just seating on that chair that's next to the window,

I have lived millions of years that has felt the same to me and I was okay!!!
But a day brings a storm that shakes of my balance, I can't sit on that chair anymore, my vision gets blurred and my heart can't just stay there for too long.
© Mkay