I press my face against the glass of the future
Trusting my eyes and their adventures
And yet there remains this fog on the window sill
It’s as though my heart runs but I sit still
The clock on the mantle ticks with a sad and hopeful rythme
The dreams in my heart satisfy me, but only for a minute
The view outside the window looks hopeful
Like a secret that is yet to be told
For years I waited and watched through that window
Anticipation turned to desperation and dissatisfaction and so
I wished to reach through the glass of time
And change what I saw to fit the perfect image in my mind
Time was like a bird flying by and mocking me
My heart, tied to the future, with a endless, hopeless string
My eyes, longing to see, became quite blind
My dreams, a mirage, in the desert of time
And then in an epiphany
I turn away from the window to see
That all I ever wanted
Was here right next to me
All I ever wanted
Was what I didn’t see
All I ever wanted
Was you
