Through a window,
She did see,
A place where,
She’d be free.

In this place,
Trees grew high,
Oceans waved,
Birds cried joy.

She couldn’t help,
But ponder where,
Would this be,
How could she?

Then she blinked,
Brought back to life,
Her world gone,
And she kept on going,
Leaving the glare on the window,
Be one that’s behind.