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Window on the World
Sometimes you just want to watch the flow of life from behind the glass. This is the story of how I sit still and small, watching the spinning world and strangers on the curb like family in a film. Without blending into the colors, I quietly observe the heart and fire of life from my window.
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THE VERSES
Coffee cup
Condensation map of the avenue
Bus brakes hiss
Old man arguing with a broom
Kid with a kite
Tangled up in telephone wires
I tap the glass
Like I’m changing the channel outside
From my window on the world
Life goes spinning
Spinning
Every stranger on the curb
Feels like family in a film
I just sit here
Still and small
Let the colors crash and swirl
Heart in slippers
Eyes on fire
From my window on the world (hey!)
Neighbor’s plants
Leaning in to hear the latest news
Motorbikes
Draw graffiti lines across the noon
Laundry swings
Like it’s dancing to a secret tune
I hum along
As the sunlight slides across the room
From my window on the world
Life goes spinning
Spinning
Every stranger on the curb
Feels like family in a film
I just sit here
Still and small
Let the colors crash and swirl
Heart in slippers
Eyes on fire
From my window on the world (oh yeah)
Tralalalalalalalaa
ECHOES FROM THE VOID
Enter the Gate