Looking Out the Window
Looking out the window
The dead of night
Street Light flickering in and out
Pitch black when out
Complete nothingness is seen
Yet the world still moves
Everything feels so still
Like time has stopped
But time still ticks away
Small creatures run the streets
Lightning bugs floating in the air
A freight train travels on the tracks
Down the end of the road
Down the hill
All this transpires
As I gaze outside
Seeing the world
Looking out the window.
Jon Harder
