As a thousand tommrows fade away
I begin to understand-
It's not going to work
I know.
But nobody's strong enough to care
(especially not to do anything)
so we run
into our rooms..
We plaster our windows with pretty things
Pretty, colorful things.
(I think I come close to understanding, sometimes)
Which pique the interest
Of the passer-bys
Nobody seeing on into the inside.