I looked out all four windows
All I could see was white
Like a blank page to be filled
But I didn’t want to write
I wanted to kill my own sweet time
With dreams bigger than life
Without annoying interference
Like the man who built a skyscraper
Except no one wanted to look at it
They were never even involved
And plus it blocked the natural views
Such are my foolish, lonely projections
Which lack the curse of tortured passion
And its undying commitment
To a cause a few can share
I guess I’m not ready to stay at home
And gaze contentedly out the windows
A spark is frustrated without tinder
I need to burn and burn