Would it be nice if,
I was looking into someone else’s window?
Seeing aspirations unfold;
shifting sand in a determined hold.
Could be a bystander,
watching the crowd elsewhere;
the toil to create
new castles in the air.
Could be the audience
viewing your palette of colours.
Someone’s vision and strife;
plainly judging as I go by.
Would it be nice if I was
just looking into someone else’s window?
Set rules, set directions.
set roles to fill.
set desires, set dreams.
satisfaction at decided achievements fulfilled.
What need for the independent thought,
a new desire, a risky want?
Why tread an uneven unknown path new?
Could leave it for someone else to do.
Then would it be LIFE just looking into someone else’s window?