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What do you see when you look out the glass window of a moving bus?
A faint portrait of yourself,
Staring in the eye
Feeling your pain in the waters floating at the brink?

Or do you see,
The tim-tim lights
Brightening up the entire vicinity
Burning itself out to illuminate the rest
Choosing to be source of happiness rather than wallow in self pity?

Today I looked out the glass window again,
And I wondered, what do I want to be?
Frozen in time or set life free
I instantly knew what I had to focus my eyesight on

My love is unconditional,
It isn't any less than it was when I was delusional
But then, now as much I want to be with you
I just don't want you anymore.