Ill spend this day in reverie, I wont focus on anything, 
I dont have to, I dont feel the need. Look at the others 
with contempt or is it envy? Ill stand in your room and 
all I can make out are the corners. Its enough to let me 
know where I stand its the barest minimum to function but 
Ill be good, I promise to do better. Some things are 
forgotten, other things matter. Something else is always 
proving far too strong. I guess Ive been a window gazer 
all along . . . . See the sparrows fly in low . . . There 
was a place you said you would take us, Can we go please? 
. . . Spent the day in societys refinery, unable to focus 
way out lies through a major arterial. You remember when 
we talked about our beloved escape, a place without all 
the shuffle and scrape and lack of philanthropy. To where 
theres more trees than cars and leaves have been dried 
out by the sun . . . Ill spend this day in a reverie, I 
wont focus on anything, I dont have to, I dont feel the 
need. This is the closest that Ill come to relief. But 
Ill be good I promise to do better. Some things are 
forgotten, other things matter. Something else is always 
proving far too strong . . . I guess Ill remain a window 
gazer from now on.