From My Window Lofty High

From my window lofty high I sit and watch the passersby Safely from within the womb Of this quiet and private room That's my asylum in the sky And, I imagine... From the safety of my perch Above the elm, the oak, and birch Alone, I slowly drift through life Exempt from conflict, chance, or strife Away from any harmful search And, I imagine... From my pinnacle of peace Much like the eagle, lark, and geese I wrap myself in solitude Safely from the multitudes And their evils that never cease And, I imagine... I imagine a world doing good With folks behaving like they should A world glowing with brotherly love That's flowing down from God above With all faiths lovingly understood But then... From this prison lofty high I'm left alone to wonder why Why the world became so cold And, why compassion can't unfold Out there perhaps a soul could try But here alone, ...I can only imagine. Timothy I. Brumley