My window opened up to

The mist and fog and rain

And time never passed me by as

I wandered, chased, and strained

My window says these images

That go by as I’m in flight

Are infinities under my shoes

And that I am timeless

But that might not be true

And through that window open wide

Was it I who left your side?

Oh, what dread is on my head!

Cause I have come to find

That it’s not a dream, promise, or lie -

The rain on my window’s run dry

But still, I chose it; I can’t close it

I cannot say goodbye