Waiting In Spring

My Window and My Dreams

Isolated

Alone in a room with nothing but a door and a window

A table and a chair

A clock counting down

Till my time here is done

But I've already been here forever

With nothing to entertain myself other than my dreams and my nightmares

And the simple window bye the side

So when I continue to dream the same dream

Or see the same nightmare

I go to the window

Forcefully dragging my chair behind me

Ignoring it's sounds of protests as it scrapes against the floor

Distracted by my thoughts of what the window would show

And I sit

And I look

Out the window

And every time I do nothing is ever the same

Sometimes the window shows me fantasy

With magic and music that makes sparkles dance

In through the window and into my eyes

Or heaven with angels and their halos

Waving at me as they pass

bye and then they're gone

Because the view is constantly changing

The candyland I see

With gumdrops and candy apples I pluck from trees

Can turn into a wasteland

With a foul smell in the air

And death is the cause

But it doesn't matter if the window shows me sadness

Or despair

Or sorrow

Because I take it all in

And I appreciate it

Because it is all I have

It is all I dream

It is all I wish to be

Until the clock stops moving

And I can finally be free

But until then

It is just me

And my window

And my dreams.