Impossiple End

Smooth transparent glass shows a pretty sky
Fluffy clouds floating in the air, it makes me happy
Through it you see wilderness and life
But stare at it long enough and you’ll notice that it is bright
I often press my face
Against the cool cold surface
As I breathe I let the world fog over
To appear again from the beginning
Sometimes there are birds
And sometimes there are planes
Right now I see a bird flying by
It took a turn and let its wings soar
The clouds and birds even the world just moves on
I sit in this room, waiting for an impossible end
Now I go to stand on top of the open window
Should I fly like that bird and move on?

Poem by aeriselric

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