I touched the window
It was cold
But my fingertips welcomed
The bitter frost
I watched the cars drive by
The people hurried off
To the places they were going to
Or coming from
And I wondered
Will I always be this alone?
I touched the window again
I never noticed how small my hands are
Compared to the outside world
How insignificant
My fingers are
How little they really can do
And I saw all the moments of my life
Pass before me
And I discovered
As I watched life trudge along
...I've been living my entire life
Behind a pane of glass