Through The Window Poem by Dan Brown

Through the window of a house, I see
People. Watching people on TV
looking through the window of a house.
I wonder if that’s me.

Through the window of a car, I see
People. Going about their lives.
Laughing. Chatting. Coping.
I wonder if that’s me.

Through the window of my mind, I see
People. Gone, and long forgotten.
They play their pointless playground games
alone in a hazy dusk.
I wonder if that’s me.

Through the window of opportunity, I see
People. Succeeding and achieving.
Reaching their goals and dreams.
I wonder if that’s me.

Through the window of my glasses, I see
A person. In the mirror he stands tall and looks good.
His eyes are fiery with excitement and fun.
No. That isn’t me.