The Window.

The window to your room was open today
So I peered right in
But oh, oh how I wish I hadn't
There were things in there
Things between sunsets and lightning bolts
Things I wish I'd never seen
And hope to never see again
Between your sheets lays some sort of shadow
Maybe a man
Maybe a woman
Maybe nothing at all
Maybe my own fear
My paranoia
My frustration
All of it, combined into one thing
Scaffolding falling from the celing
And paint peeling in strips right off the wall
As if they were flowing down a river
Oh how I wish I hadn't looked in
Any day but today
Any day
This isn't the first time I've looked in
And it should be the last
But I know it won't
It could never be
Beyond the scaffolding, the lightning, the sunsets and the shadows
There are things far too beautfiul to ignore
And things I can never turn away from
Never
So tomorrow I'll walk by your room once more
And hope for that window to be open