I'm staring out, openly,
across the way into a fantasy world, asking myself
if this will ever seem right, or if reality
will continue to sneak up on me.
I'm staring out, openly,
from my window, scanning
the drooping trees,
the falling rain, the frowns
apon angry faces. I'm wondering
if anyone will ever seem real, or if reality
will sneak up on me, again, too.
I'm staring out, openly,
at this computer screen,
typing away for an answer, and I am wondering
if I will ever be loved or if reality will sneak up
on me once again only to make me
realize that I am
nothing special forever and
always....
I'm staring, openly,
across the sky noting the clouds,
the thunder, the rain,
the air, and I wonder when
my time is up and curious to what
my purpose in life is.
Don't you?
I am staring out, openly,
listening to this music I call
my life, and I ask myself, if
any of this is real or not?
Do you ask yourself
these questions
between these four walls?
across the way into a fantasy world, asking myself
if this will ever seem right, or if reality
will continue to sneak up on me.
I'm staring out, openly,
from my window, scanning
the drooping trees,
the falling rain, the frowns
apon angry faces. I'm wondering
if anyone will ever seem real, or if reality
will sneak up on me, again, too.
I'm staring out, openly,
at this computer screen,
typing away for an answer, and I am wondering
if I will ever be loved or if reality will sneak up
on me once again only to make me
realize that I am
nothing special forever and
always....
I'm staring, openly,
across the sky noting the clouds,
the thunder, the rain,
the air, and I wonder when
my time is up and curious to what
my purpose in life is.
Don't you?
I am staring out, openly,
listening to this music I call
my life, and I ask myself, if
any of this is real or not?
Do you ask yourself
these questions
between these four walls?
