Look into my window, br Observe silk flowers br Swaying to a ceiling fan breeze, br And a wallflower, br Wheelchair-bound at that. br Through the endlessness of hours, br I wait and watch, looking out br Past concrete and undernourished shrubs, br I see cars and bikes rushing by, br They keep me company. br Sun-faded draperies, once red, now pink, br Speak for years that have fallen behind me. br Suddenly I'm a slave to nostalgia, br Bound by silence, and distances, br See the photographs on my vanity? br Notice how they stare back at me br With abstract smiles for the out-to-pasture. br I know they are too busy, br Everyone has their own lives to live. br Hey... would you look into my world? br Can you spare just one moment br To share a single thought? br I know you don't have time to visit. br Yes, I am still here, br Alone, but br Alive!br br ToddMichael St.