The window

The world is nothing but a room,
And we are forced to be inside.
Surrounded by four walls, inside given,
A view so restricted, to abide.

The only lookout, a window, open,
Bringing along a breath of fresh air.
Air so fresh, and air so pure,
Showing our existence, so bare.

Break down the walls and fly,
Out to the open skies around,
To rules you make and views you see,
Make yours, the rules you abide.

7th November 2002

~Aditya