Poetry
B
What am I ? I stare out my window to the world below watching it go by, a stranger place I'll never know. I feel cut off alone and deprived, Almost unreal, as though I'm not alive. From my window, I'm safe, just to watch, Stand back, not get involved, Just look, don't touch. As I watch people hurry, in haste through their life Sometimes I'm happy that mine is empty with little strief. I'll sit for days Sometimes I'll stand It's as if I'm in a shell this life was unplanned. I sometimes wonder what my purpose might be, I have no meaning, I just exist, yet I'm free. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not sad or sorry, I dont' think about this all the time, I don't just sit and worry, Sometimes I really don't care, I don't need to know, Sometimes it's nice, just to be the fly on the window.
