910 Blues
I am standing on the outside
And the air I breathe is cold
Will I find a way to get through?
Maybe never, truth be told
Seems I’m looking through a window
And your face I clearly see
But your eyes won’t meet my focus
And your thoughts don’t come to me
Standing, staring, hypnotized
I’m alone in a dream
Oh the things I think I’m seeing
Are they really what they seem?
In a while the sun’s reflection
Wipes your image from my view
And I raise my arm for cover
Or be blinded once anew
Standing, staring, hypnotized
I’m alone in a dream
Oh the things I think I’m seeing
Are they really what they seem?
I’m standing by a window
And the air I breathe is cold
So I must be on the outside
And the fears in me unfold
©2010, Mark Hohman
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