Window Staring


I feel like I've been sitting here

Waiting for my time to come

But no seconds are passing me by


I'm tired of looking out this window

But the leaves reveal with every fall

I just hope spring doesn't come


Scared to be 'independent'

I don't know how to make it

Three due dates and a mountain of fog


But I can't stay here forever

Nor do I want to

Nor do I intend to


Stay in a place where I am not needed

Only momentarily wanted

To be hidden away in a corner


There's more to life

In it I'll breath

And achieve my hopes and dreams.




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