I'll 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? I'll 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 I'll 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 on anything. Theres too much here, too many people, only 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 . . . I'll 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 I'll come to relief. But I'll be good I promise to do better. Some things are forgotten, other things matter. Something else is always proving far too strong . . . I guess I'll remain a window gazer from now on.
