I want to describe to those who can't see
the view from my window.
I want to try my very hardest
to portray the truth of it as I see it
through only my eyes. The colors faded,
once they were vibrant.
Yellows and warm reds, I feel as though I am in a villa.
Somewhere else, not Florida,
the air it shifts slowly through the palm trees
which I have become accustomed to.
A nice melody plays through my speakers,
something tropical and smooth
you can't hear the singers ego,
she's in love with her soul
and her music , and she doesn't bother me.
You can't see the small lake from where I'm sitting but you can
feel it's ease, the fishes and turtles in it, I've become acquainted with.
It's perfect. Others have their windows open, and I become part of them,
Everything is so beautiful and I feel calm and at ease.
I've seen it so many times before I wander why it is not enough
to keep me content,
It would be
It truly would be
If I didn't have the voices inside of my head.