My Window Poem by thomas johnston

as i look out to the open space from this inclose mind, i see a window of freedom, space where my mind can roam, an be free to relive my life most fondest reflection, my downfalls and perfection, correction, no one has a life without miss guided directions. so what do i changed, what do i do to make it better, this window will be my excape to reality so that i can further my ambitions, my hopes and dreams and goals, so window of freedom, also mentally an social demacarcy i will stare through u, to direct my life.an when i finally close u, my life will more than just a tale but a a vivid picture that will out live my window