Through the Glass

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One window looking out-
none looking in.

Seasons change and seasons go
as I stay locked inside myself;

Children pass quickly,
fulfilling the expectations of life.

I watch from above,
only nature notices me.

My heart slowly aging into a jealous web of thorny vines,
yet my body is as youthful as it ever was.

Maybe one day I will step over the caution line,
and walk over the path around me.

But for now I am content peering through my little rectangle window.





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