I was staring out the window. The whole time he was talking to me. It was a filthy pane of glass. I couldn't get a clear view. As he went on and on. It wasn't the outside world I could see. Just the filthy pane that I was looking through. So I had to break the window. It just had to be. Better that I break the window. Than him or her or me. I was never focused on just one thing. My eyes got fixed when my mind got soft. It may looked like I'm concentrated on a very clear view. But I'm as good as asleep. I bet you didn't know. It takes a lot of it away if you do. I had to break the window. It just had to be. Better that I break the window. Than him or her or me. I had to break the window. It just had to be it was in my way. Better that I break the window. Than forget what I had to say. Or miss what I should see. Because the fact being that. Whatever's in front of me is covering my view. So I can't see what I'm seeing in fact. I only see what I'm looking through. So again I've done the right thing. I was never worried about that. The answer's always been in clear view. But even when the window's clean. I still can't see for the fact. That when it's clean it's so clear. I can't tell what I'm looking through. So I had to break the window. It just had to be it was is my way. Better that I break the window. Than him or her or me. I had to break the window. It just had to be it was in my way. Better that I break the window. Than miss what I should see. I had to break the window. It just had to be. It was in my way. Better that I break a window. Then forget what I had to say. Or miss what I should see. Or breaking him/her or me. Especially me