Staring out the window.
I silently watch the world below.
I see the darkened window pane,
Reminding me of your hidden pain.
The clouds are gray, the rain patters,
You keep it all inside, hoping nothing shatters.
Above it all stands high the tower,
Eyes on the prize, you strive for power.
Tiny squares with yellow lines, numbered in a row,
Clean, tidy, without interruption you want life to go.
Spinning, searching for signal is the satellite,
Head thrown back, hands lifted high, you reach for the Light.
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