Outside My Window

Redefining friends
redefining loneliness
Counting my blessings
vain and vacant like
counting barking crows
outside my window.

Outside my window
What’s out there? (do I really care?)
Outside my window
Far different from the calm between my toes
Where everybody else is busy
And in here it’s really only me

Is this the moment of truth?
Who’s been calling or
who’s been used?
I don’t care to know the answer
when half of it is bull
and the other half is out there.
Out there.

Outside my window
I can see the steeple on the hill.
I can see a lone cat sitting still.
Someone else is counting calm
Counting friends and
counting foes
or counting crows outside his window.
He’s wondering if half his cup is empty
or half of it is full

Or like me, from behind my window
The other half’s just bull.