THE BLEAK HORIZON

There is a world outside I know,
Places to shop & eat with people on the go;
I hear the laughter of someone loud,
But the sight is hidden behind a cloud.

The walls around me are too high,
Outside the window, though closer seems the sky;
The people around can’t read my face,
It is breathless sometimes in that closed space.

I dream of places I haven’t been to,
Flowery beds, beaches, mountains & dew;
Where my hair flutter in the breeze,
The cold snow makes my hand freeze.

A winter sun that shines on me,
As my hands write along with a cup of tea;
I wish the horizon was not so bleak,
And the hope to fulfill my dreams was not so weak.