i – indifferent eyes.
A little boy is alone in his room
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Sitting at his window
Watching as the world goes by
His eyes grow indifferent
Sun rises: Corruption blooms
Sun falls: Freedoms die
Alone in his room
He’s an orphan – his parents aren’t real
He’s alone but has himself
His emotional connections circle the bathtub
His detachment attaches him
His mind implores him
A little boy is alone in his room
Sitting at his window
Watching as the world goes by
His eyes define contentment
Sun rises: Inspiration blooms
Sun falls: Corruption dies
