Blue in the face
I face the night
barely breathing
barely alive

Watching from darkness
I dream of life
Seeing no sparks in
so-called paradise

The only fire I even feel
is burning in another's home
So I stand outside and spy
through windows like a gnome

Your life pulls my imagination
to wonder what you do
and in my oblivious concentration
I tend to watch and study you

No malice in my broken heart
no evil intent lays at your door
I do not know how this started
or who I was before

I try to break away
back to my cardboard dwelling
but as you work and play
my curious heart is swelling

Burning the soup in introspection
I wonder about your words and thoughts
I'm sorry for my over inspection
but right now it's all I've got