Observation Beyond Control

June 23, 2011
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Starring blank out the thick glass,
Alone waiting for time to pass.
A world of nothing,dreams to demolish,
The sun still gleams on the window like polish.
The wake of day, the silence of night.
Nothing could describe the hurt just right.
With a heart like stepping stones,
Like a bridge of my own bones.
What to do? What to say?
It wouldn't matter anyway.
Starring doesn't go beyond any gain;
When you're stuck behind an old window pane.

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