My eye. My resolve

I look out the window of my room to see the world that resides outside. Every day the window brings in the light into my life. As if giving me something. I, on the ither hand, I let go of the sands of time and oppurtunity it hands me. The sands that I borrow everyday from it and waste away.

Is my life becoming a waste? I guess its just my window thats getting dirtier.