Make a character, take yourself into it, go ahead. Self wrote.
Feathers, dead grass, swing, half-dead tree,
a gray view from my window.
The picture of my backyard,
and the only way for me to see the outer world.
I want to ride the swing,
but I am locked, no stuck, no locked.
Uh! Don't know.
You give this situation a name or an answer.
My room is locked,
but I have the key.
I don't want to go outside,
I hate to be a part of this gray.
What do you think? Tell me.
Make it green?
Yeah, green, my answer.
The answer to everything.