Sitting at a window seat looking at the running trees,
“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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