I sit near the window.
Searching for some inspiration to clear my restless mind( As someone looks for me)
But all I can do is reminisce and overthink
I seem to live in a movie
where I... I'm the main character?
and who looks?  I really don't know
is it god?
Is it me from the future?
Is it the bee near the lilac flower drowning in golden honey?
Is one their own audience? how uneventful.....
People ask me who I am when no one's watching.
But all I do is sit near the window and dream about who's watching.  
I never truly feel alone.
Unjudged.
iT's all to impress the fool who watches as I sleep.
it's all for our selfish ways and thoughts,
Who are we really?

Let me sip my now lukewarm coffee and question my purpose, maybe that may entertain my audience who tries to define who I am before I even know.