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.