When i look out of the window to see what goes on down below
I wonder why I look out at all
because all that I need is inside me
She says
I beg to differ
but She
is the exception to my rule.

I am used to the used to of being
of seeing things as they truly are
She says that I am far better
than those things that I've truly been

and I'm learning to speak in a language
one that isn't my own mother tongue
and still when I look down below me
all I want to do is to run.