Windows

Sitting in my room casually,
But I know something's not as usual.
There's a bird coming through my window,
Saying," You are not free though,"
" As your cloudy vision clouds your window,"

Wander the streets casually,
But the eyes were staring strangely.
The bird comes through the window,
Saying," You are not free though,"
"Your limited view shrinks your window,"

Staring at you anxiously,
Never notice there's wall building naturally.
The bird comes once again from the window,
But I cries towards the window,
"I shall not judged by this window,"