Window of Thought

There are days when I stare out the window and I am not aware of it.
Looking out into the busy street, the eyes do not see.
If someone I knew walked by and waved, I would not know.
The window serves as a home to thought. My mind wanders, my feet do not.
I am left here to ponder the days ahead of me.
The mundane earth seems detached from my fingertips.
As I gaze into nothingness, there is no stream of consciousness.
Instead, I seek the pureness of solitude and disconnection from the entire world.
My mind wanders, my feet do not.
The window I stare out separates me from a charismatic life.
Inside my window of thought, my mind is lost.
I want to be free but it is a fact that I am not.
Please, Father, come save me through this window of thought.