I live in a house with a broken window
that little broken window is my escape.
All I have to do is push and my future awaits me.
But I'm scared. I'm scared of what is out there, and what my future holds for me.
I decide to push and my future comes rushing in on me, it hits me like a freight train.
I live in the now and I love my future, and when I look back on all those days that I should have been living it up I realize that I could've had everthing if I had just pushed earlier.
I walk down the street looking for others looking out their broken windows.
When I find them I reach my hands up and encourage them to just push, and to see what lays before them in this wonderful life.