I've always stayed out too late,
Wondering, Wandering,
Urged back to Earth, conjuring
A focused adult in a World
Where we try to use our minds
To create.
Why, again, couldn't I stay out late?

What we need to do now, perhaps,
is learn to look at each other
through unbroken windows.

I wonder what it would feel like
to rid,
dispense,
of my own body,
and travel hovering around in my soul,
to see myself through the eyes of someone else.

I wonder how others perceive me,
I wonder how they see me now,
as opposed to how they would see me
in a world of unbroken windows