Outside

Cold window pane Or prison bars For Susan they are the same Her imagination runs free As she is trapped inside But outside the dream She can hear echoes of autumn Leaves chattering Rustling amidst dancing feet So many children laughing Her heart racing Asking Why is that not me Yet Susan feels nothing Except her breath on the glass As reality comes between She struggles to understand Her only playmate her hands Rocking her dreams to sleep Cold window pane Or steel chair For Susan they are the same Her imagination runs free As her legs are strapped inside But outside the dream