I can sit here looking through the glass
Waiting for a figure to appear as time tends to pass
The walls upon the foundation will forever stand tall
But the outsiders yearn for the to fall
Can I ever understand the insides of this house?
Pondering over this last cigarette
I wait for the arouse
For the secrets that only catch glimpse from movement
When I see laughter, maybe there is pain
When I see loss, maybe there is actually gain
This mystery we all perceive as just intruders strolling by
Never to be solved
Never to be completely hidden
Even to them-As they wonder
We too will never know what was written.