The View

she watches from her window the cars don't seem real and the drivers, they drive without a reason or a good handle on the wheel lighting a cigarette an old woman rocks in her chair she's much too young to die though she doesn't even care way down past the train tracks it's a tuesday nite boys and girls are gathered to drink and smoke and fight their parents should be home making sure they're safe and sound but instead they're at the bar ordering another round millions upon millions sit alone in dark rooms fighting for the strength to battle through their gloom mister leaves the misses for the third time this week but tonight he won't come back home always looks so bleak she sees this through her window until she comes to realize that the duration of her viewing has been seen from the outside never was there a window to keep her safely closed in just a creation in her mind made for warmth and protection from sin