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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