Poetic Flair

Drops over the glass window

Dated: 12/04/17

I looked out on my window
some days are bright and sunny
the happy children brightly glow
the tiny birds chirping so sweet
but some days are raining heavily
the vast sky menacingly dark
the whole street is empty and gloomy
and this is one of those days
drops of rain harshly hit the windowpane
my sight can't pass straight
i cannot see, like i cannot see myself
after five, ten or fifteen years
my choices are vague and indistinct
and oh my dream is so blurred
it yonder so far, faraway
impossible to reach nor to see
and I pity the confused little me
anyway... that's how fate really play.