I look outside my window and stare
Is it me that feels so unaware?
My head spins lightly moving the pieces
I move them around make masterpieces

The world outside glooms so unkind
I want to grieve but it holds my mind
I shouldn’t be so dramatic
But I can’t help to admire the cinema-tics

I color and color until the paper is brown
I climb and climb and don’t look down
The world goes around as I watch...