That’s your trouble
Your trouble is that you look out the window
Watching for what is outside
Always waiting
Waiting for beauty to come from outside
And everyday
Everyday is the same
The sun streaks past your face
It brushes your face at the window
Before it leaves
And it always leaves
Still you wait
It’s now cities of dust around you
Because you never look within
You plant flowers thinking only of the one who will pick them
Tending them with such care
So you can give them to passersby at the window
The flowers wilt
No one comes
But oh, there’s vases
Vases that dream about flowers
Flowers they never see
They lie buried in dust, the vases
Because you never look within
It could have been so beautiful
But still you wait
Wait for beauty to come
wait and wait