Oh Window, My Window

Looking out of my window,

What is it that I see?

Something that may be of value,

To really only me.

I stare at it real hard,

As if I don’t really know ,

If what I see,

Is something just for me.

We examine what is ours,

Inch by inch.

As if we can change it,

Make it what we want it to be.

But what you see

Outside your window,

Was not left there,

For anyone else but thee.