As I sit near my window
by the cold screen glare
I see myself staring back
at the world out there.
the lights and the sounds from beyond
describe a scene
where the actors are existent
but the strings are never seen.
Twinkling visions of humanity
on a skyline so bold
surrounded by the vastness
and crimes untold.
but it is still a peek
into this vibrant dream
for I always expect to open my eyes
and forget what I have seen.
thus as these drops fall
I keep this vision short
for I wish upon you a dream my friend
and a heart.
Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 12:54 AM UTC
As I sit near my window
by the cold screen glare
I see myself staring back
at the world out there.
the lights and the sounds from beyond
describe a scene
where the actors are existent
but the strings are never seen.
Twinkling visions of humanity
on a skyline so bold
surrounded by the vastness
and crimes untold.
but it is still a peek
into this vibrant dream
for I always expect to open my eyes
and forget what I have seen.
thus as these drops fall
I keep this vision short
for I wish upon you a dream my friend
and a heart.
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