Windows

I know this world
I know this place
I know this smile
In every face

Nothing’s wrong,
Nothing’s right
There’s a song
To sing tonight

Times wasted
In treasure hunt
There’s no treasure
It’s just a stunt


The words I write
Are for me
And that’s the way
It shall ever be

Crowded days
Words ablaze!
Fear the guards,
Fear their gaze

I speak of gold
I speak of dust
Some gets sold
The rest flies past

And then the flames
Leap out wild
Flowers, ashes
And the long-dead child

And here I stand
In the middle
I know this land
I know the riddle