staring away from my bedroom window
I can see it all go by from right there
the people, the colors, the days
spending time hipnotized by the rare
I imagine what’s behind all the masks flying by
all that the creatures feel, all they desire
such placid faces, as if all is well inside
but I know better, what they conspire
you never know what they want from you
it never really transpires
there’s only waiting and waiting
as times fly by ‘til you burn with their fires
Back to myself 