Outside my window there’s a world<\/p>\n
that sits back while we uncurl<\/p>\n
its secrets<\/p>\n
what it’s keeping.<\/p>\n
To be honest it’s me it’s keeping<\/p>\n
captivated, motivated,<\/p>\n
my head up and I keep on leaping,<\/p>\n
to keep the beat to beat the heat,<\/p>\n
simplistically, physically.<\/p>\n
I’m tired of all these falsities<\/p>\n
and these groupings of people we call cities.<\/p>\n
Perhaps we just move too fast<\/p>\n
and can’t fasten what happened in the past<\/p>\n
but it’s easy to think they’re cast away,<\/p>\n
yet somehow they seem to stay.<\/p>\n
But outside my window is a world<\/p>\n
that sits back while we uncurl<\/p>\n
its secrets,<\/p>\n
what it’s keeping,<\/p>\n
it takes my heart for safekeeping,<\/p>\n
as my mind continues weeping<\/p>\n
constantly, obnoxiously,<\/p>\n
it’s my soul this world is reaping.<\/p>\n
How does anyone<\/p>\n
when in this life no one’s ever done<\/p>\n
get the things they want<\/p>\n
except at the threat of a gun.<\/p>\n
and is that truly a win?<\/p>\n
With a heart so cold<\/p>\n
and a mind so bold,<\/p>\n
can you let anyone in?<\/p>\n
That’s what I need to know<\/p>\n
because outside my window is a world<\/p>\n
that sits back while we uncurl<\/p>\n
its secrets<\/p>\n
what it’s been keeping.<\/p>\n
We watch as the stairs keep on steeping,<\/p>\n
but we stay quiet as they keep sleeping,<\/p>\n
and as say nothing as their demons keep creeping.<\/p>\n
But we know<\/p>\n
there’s air out there<\/p>\n
that blows in their hair<\/p>\n
that wins with that hare<\/p>\n
with a single stare that keeps the game fare.<\/p>\n
Out mountains keep us contained<\/p>\n
or might just bring us to fame.<\/p>\n
Stay acclimated, animated,<\/p>\n
never let the shade make you fade,<\/p>\n
stay on your toes, keep them jaded,<\/p>\n
and maybe one day you might just make it.<\/p>\n
Because outside my window is a world<\/p>\n
that sways in time as we uncurl<\/p>\n
its song<\/p>\n
its rhyme<\/p>\n
its secrets<\/p>\n
what it’s been keeping<\/p>\n
but truthfully,<\/p>\n
secretly,<\/p>\n
it’s been me it’s keeping.<\/p>\n
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