How is the world beneath these curtains?
How does it look when your eyes see it?
What remains the same and what is different?
How does it smell? -I don’t even know how this part of the world smells-.
Does it give you hope? or Does it take away some?
Have you ever thought of these things before?
When you grow up how do you think you’ll remember?
When you grow old away, will this place be the strange one in your mind?
Are the colors different even if they stay just the same?
Will I ever see my share of the world...
Beyond these curtains, away from these stars...
In my given day?
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