Wednesday, 25 June 2014

June 25: My window is fake ...

Oops, I made a mistake, my window is fake
A frosted pane sits between me and the aisle
That view that I yearned, it is yet to be earned
It seems I must wait at least a short while

I jumped at the chance, for a window to glance
Out while contemplating my theory
But it seems at least for a while; I’ll just stare at the aisle
As my cross-examination questions I query

My day it will come, when as I work I’ll feel sun
As it streams through the glass to my face
Who knows how long it will be, till those rays shine on me
But for now it’s back to the rat race

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