there he stares at the outside world.
Two walls on the left and right,
where his vision is limited.
Having the front view changes from time to time,
his mind is allowed to run wild.
But with the certain happenings taken place,
he is trapped within his own emotions, overtaken.
Sometimes there will be the flow,
and the other times there will be not.
The eyes no longer shine like it used to be,
and the heart is feeling insecure.
Thinking out of the box there he tries,
to ensure that he sees from a different angle at all times,
to not be overwhelmed by the recent dissatisfaction,
and to not be the person he would never want to be, a pessimist.
