Peering out my window
At a happy world
Flowers blooming
Birds singing
Children laughing
Life going on as it always does

Because it's not my world
Not my flowers
Not my birds
Not my children,
Not my life.
Just my window

My window, with its perfect view
persuading me to stick my head out, smell the breeze
and let go.
let go
let go
let go

and let the chair crash to the floor