Windows, never ending,
So many windows,
They stay just above me,
I'm looking out, but who,
Who is looking in?
The flawless glass,
The gray walls,
My eyes see through,
Through the haze,
Into the emotionless glass.
On the outside,
The world moves,
Swirling and swimming,
Never standing still,
Unlike the gray walls,
And the high windows.
The stolen men,
Sad and alone,
Yet surrounded,
Continue to melt into gray,
While an uncaring world
Moves by
The windows.
