Enter The Poet - Looking At The Window Pane


Depending on the light of freedom available; when I look out of the window of my life, sometimes I see a glorious future, and sometimes, I only see myself.

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Unknown said…
We are our own jailers - locked in the quagmire of our limited minds, struggling for an answer we do not know the question to, as the clock wind's down.

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