I feel so stuck.
Could be my luck,
But this room has me locked up.
I sometimes look out the window…
Just to see the stars,
But they shine so bright.
Maybe I could be more than just a thing.
Something someday, maybe,
Or just a fling.
But then I see the light.
It shines on through the curtains.
And then sit back in my chair…
The TV flickers,
It has no signal.
Must be my luck.
Everything seems so extravagant,
Looking out through the window.