I stand at my window
watch the world pass me by
Wringing hands, looking down
wondering if I should try
But I sit biding my time
Watch the clock, waiting in time
When I was a kid
I thought that I could walk through walls
On the bus, or on my bike
Miles and miles on foot I'd hike
I'd count my blisters with pride
But now, the cage walls come down
In the shadows, dangers lurk
Where did my freedom go, my naivete?
What good has wisdom brought me?
To jump at shadows...Or stare them down?
I look into the shadows
and the shadows look right back
We look into each other's eyes
Sometimes I'm paralyzed,
my eyes are open wide
to see things I'd never want to see