Through A Window
I am a tortured soul
living in the depths of a quarrelsome world.
Struggling for acceptance and uniqueness.

As life passes me by I wonder...
What does it mean to live?
To simply exist or breath or feel?
Is that what really counts?

I cannot sit around and watch the world change..
As I gaze through a window...
A window of others minds and motives.

What does it mean to wake up
and start a new day.
Are you planning on being different?

Will you change your habits?
Your likes and dislikes?
To start a new day is to change...
And to affect the time given to you.

As I sit on a chair
In the room of my life,
I gaze into others thoughts and feelings.

Searching for an answer
For all of these questions..
Haunting my every waking day
With every step of my life..

So, as I carry on, I realize,
That I am only watching through a window.....
While the change of the world,
Passes me by.