Looking Out
- I want to get drunk
- and hide in my solitude
- Away from prying eyes
- and the judgmental
- I want to tell myself that I'm
special
- that I'm good
- Shades of paranoia fill
- the dark brown coffee I drown
in
- Gray skies or blue
- when I look the sky tells me what my world
must be
- If I don't look out at the
world
- it can be whatever I want it to
- Time is irrelevant
- life is just a series of tasks
- One by one they are done
- and time passes
- I want to escape this world
- with its simple pains and
pleasures
- To seek out the harsh unforgiving
light
- of the world outside
- But I can't remember where I put the
door
- sometimes I think I know, but then I get
distracted
- Yesterday I stood at the window for a long
time
- thinking that my world had merged with the
other
- Then I saw someone who used to be a
friend
- clouds blotted out the sun and I turned
back inside
- The day will come, I tell
myself
- when I will once more feel the warm sun on
my face
- And naked, climb mountains and proclaim
myself
- to be who I know I really am
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