Window seat - poem

Sitting at a window seat looking at the running trees,

I wonder,

“How simpler life used to be”

This window seat

used to be a source of happiness

Me and my brother

always fought for it

But as every elder brother,

he used to sacrifice his seat for me

These running trees reminds me of

times when I cared about nothing

When I didn’t look for any

reasons to be happy

Or searched on Google for

“Why I feel sad without any reason?”

Back then, I wanted to grow up

Do stuffs what grown ups do

I thought it must be fun

But I was wrong

I’ve closed the window now,

Because it’s already dark

and I can’t see anything

Just like adulthood,

Dark and where I can’t see anything ahead.

Ps: I wrote this during my recent train journey.

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