Dirty Window

Sitting at this window sill watching the sun rise and set, just enjoying the view
My window hasn’t been clean for so long, but I can still see through, blurring the dirt and grime
Moving it all to the back and examining the large tree from where the birds flew
Nose fills with the smell of flowers tangled through the grass, blooming in springtime
All covered by a fresh liquid that’s cold, I wish my mind could feel that morning dew
These blotches of dirt block the details; can it be cleaned off with a lemon or lime
Even the window frame is crooked, and I doubt it will be fixed by just a screw
Singing off all these worries while my head starts to thump to every hit of my chime
Writing this song as a memoir to remember, maybe later there’s a breakthrough