Watching the world go by from my bedroom.
Staring longingly at the leaves in the wind.
The clouds roll in, and thunder fills the air.
Lightning stretches itself across the grey sky.
Spears of light thrusting aimlessly into the storm.
The glass is cold, and familiar beneath my hand.
How I wish I could dance with the leaves.
I dance instead to the sound of the rain.
A nostalgic song forever etched into my soul.
I begin to sing to myself, and no other.
I breathe a sigh of relief.
As I watch the world go by from my bedroom.
- Quiet-Emerald