View From a Different Window

Sometimes the world feels so unjust
or maybe I'm just developing rust
maybe I'm afraid of the future phase
staunch and full of regret, that's how i feel these days

Lying by the side of a window
time feels so slow, maybe fast, I just don't seem to know
or it could be that finally, Ive found myself a possibility
for happiness? a solemn rest? life's a parable, a fickle test

every blade of grass perfectly cut to resemble a dream
a white room, coloured softly in shades of cream
sometimes alone, other times I'm a drone
Am i asleep? this feeling I have, so bitter-sweet

I just want an escape from what could be fiction
they utter "what can we do?" as i wail in friction
perhaps i can accept this new found reality
i knew of this peaceful place with no physicality

Hello?..........Goodbye