FROM THE BALCONY



 I see the trees standing in the sky,


 The cars go by as I watch from high.


 Walking people going here and there,


 Sometimes I wonder if they're happy or in pain.


 Do I really care when from the balcony I stare,


 Without a name, to me, they are not there.


 The wind I feel as I am looking everywhere,


 The sky is hazy, a quiet moment is where I am.


 From inside I watch through the window,


 The balcony is there, quietly I don't really care 
 What is out there.
                       Keith Garrett