Next Window

It was an Indian Summer
We were facing an amber meadow
I was smoking that last cigarette

From the window next to mine
I heard a lone wolf
Singing his soul song

Life brought me here
Wasn’t heading this way
Now there’s too much time
For deciding what’s best

Yet I keep going back in my mind
Trying to understand my path
Was it a waste of time
Or a test through hell
Heading to heaven

Did I pass or fail
Is this the first of many
Or the last of it’s kind
Thanks for the in-between rest
But I just need to rise above

I’m ready to kick off the bouncing-back
Lift off and land higher ground
Turn my back on grief and rock bottom
I’m claiming my crown this time around

From the window next to mine
I heard the crying of a wolf
I was smoking that last cigarette
Blowing rings out to the stars
Wishing for my neighbor’s best

 

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