Into that square
Into that window you continue to stare
Are you even aware?
Real life is in front of you,
passing,
living,
dying
Do you not care?
You will never get back what you do not see
even me
Put down your window,
your square,
if you dare
You are losing yourself
with the shine,
with the dreaming,
with the glare...
coming out of that square.
by Artist221
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