Out of my window

Out of my large glass window

I can only but see a few barren trees

Also an odd car rarely passing by

During day or in the eerie silence

Of the dark and lonely night

I wonder why the road

Was ever at all made at all

Can some one tell me why?

Why only my window was blessed  

To share the small romping squirrels

Prancing about in the cold vicinity

Of those lonely isolated naked trees,

Of my cosy and warm room ad infinity

I quiz at the shallow and abstract hollow

Wisdom and absolute unnatural compulsion

Of staying in this lonely

Maddening isolated wilderness

As stark raving apt and absolute madness

The only way to an eternal asylum

Is through the magnificently large window

Which I cannot dare to ever think to break

As the freezing temperatures outside

A stone statue out of me for all times shall make.

The bitter cold only does stare

Also it does really me scare

As it looks me at my dazed face

My window at me does threaten

If I dare to voice my solitary despair

I shall have to face my captors now

Heaven perhaps knows whose compassion

I shall have to accept now with passion

I cannot share the glorious moments

Of some isolated joys and immense sorrow  

Yet I daily hope I shall only awake

Near by the side of my window tomorrow

As the suns rays gradually try to peep in

I still live in hope to live to see

My lovely window broad and wide

In whose shadow I daily reside.

I hopefully awake to a simpler living

Sad to say not of my desire or even asking

As snow smiles in with a newer lovely story

A beginning of course not of my silly masking