You seem to watch the world from the box
you've placed around yourself to protect,
everything that seems so important in life.
That seat by the picture window seems
to have gained a well worn groove,
from the times you've watched the rain.
To all the times you watch people pass you
with much more important things to do,
things that will never be able to include you.
Feeling the emptiness as you let go,
of those who say they love you but inside
your heart is just to black to commit.
Watching the rain now as it falls
from the skies above and wonder at it's beauty.
Realizing that the those dreams you want,
are nothing but a fool's errant quest.
Soul scared forever and a day,
Soul wound from this time to eternity,
Soul lost,
its just better this way.