Past my window is life.
Past my eyes is time.
Looking back at my door,
I pushed my thoughts for more.
What can I do?
Where can I go?
Who will I turn to?
Inside my head is just me.
No one else knows my thoughts.
And just between me and my heart,
I wonder, "Who can I be?"
Because past my window
There's something more.
Past my eyes
Is a new direction.
I'm not looking for perfection,
Maybe just a place where
I can be worth something.
June 3, 2011
