Sitting At My Window
Sitting at my window
Too scared to go outside
I sat and watched the world
As the life I knew fly by
Seasons faded into others
Winter turned to spring
And still I sat and pondered
Yet missing remarkable things
I watched life from the window
Blurring in and blurring out
It never crossed my mind
What really living was all about
Hiding behind my glass
I never really knew
Making memories were a gift
And being with others too
By the time I realized such
It almost was too late
Time had not been kind to me
But the clock I could not hate
Whose fault was it but my own
Too afraid to see beyond
So I sat in my little chair
Not aware I was being conned
In the end I had so many regrets
Which had been my biggest fear
My only memories of the window
Nothing else I could hold dear
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