Looking out the clear glass but dirty window
I see the trees shy from the harsh, cruel wind,
My mind wonders how whirling air blow;
Here in a room is where I imagine.
I imagine the traveling of life
And the honeyed singing of the ocean,
I imagine me later as a wife;
And here I see the want of emotion.
I see the life of an unborn child
And quickly the baby grows to a man,
I see that I look back at life, smiled;
And then I see I grow old as I plan.
Awaking from my state, is where I see,
Imagine your life as you want, as be.