Stagnant Stare

Everything is falling, the leaves, the snowflakes, the dust; And I just stare through these broken panes, as my bones decay and rust. I see a couple walking hand in hand, it's young love in full bloom; Just living in the here and now, and shunning all impending doom. Two dogs are humping in the park, while their owners stop and stare; "That could be us," the young man says, but the woman acts like she's not aware. A bird slams into my picture window, and is dead before he hits the ground; Oh why, oh why, could that not be me, or does that seem just too unsound. I pull the shades down slowly, and quietly lean back in my chair; I think there's something I'm supposed to do, but all I can do is stare.