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