I keep looking out these glass windows
Wondering what It feels like outside this world
Watching the silent breeze pass through the flowing leaves
The glimmering brightness that is the sun, warming the pavement
But how warm is it?
Seeing the cars rush by, what hurry they’re in
What sound do they make?
I long to throw open those doors and push myself outside
To met the world and greet it as if It was a long lost friend.
When will that day come?
Please tell me, when?
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