Dreams In The Windows

By Cal Evans

I’ve walked past these windows,
many years of my life,
I look in, I see my future look out.
But now, something is different,
Another face looks back,
I see a stranger starring back at me.

My childhood is buried here,
in the shade of my dreams.
I’ve walked this way as a boy and a man,
And each time as I passed by,
I looked in the window,
My future was there starring back at me.

But now time has passed me by,
this future is not mine,
but I pass by the windows once again.
The face looking out can’t know,
of my now shattered dream,
of being the face looking back at me.

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