I sit by window all day
Wonder about the yellow sun far away
I try to count the stars all night
Twinkling blur, fades’ away the light
I dream about the fresh air in the wood
High walls block me from going there for good
Anxiety kills the sleep from these two eyes
Hollow sight in the swollen eyes it lies
I lie in the bed with eyes open
And the mind circles round, with thought half broken
I sit by the laptop in front
Scrolling the media, depression starts to hunt
I am a prisoner of my own life
Balancing myself on the sharpest edge of knife
I wonder about the love sometime
And heart tells me, “I am a music without the lyrics and the rhyme.”
I sit by the window all day
Suffocation kills me, with empty thoughts that mind usually play
How lonely it feels between these four walls and a close door
And the thought strikes me,”Its already enough to ask for more.”
I sit by the window all day
Wonder about the blue sky far away!
