Spot on.

Sometimes I need to get away,

But at that place i'm forced to stay,

So I stare out the window,

Imagining I am the sparrow,

Experiencing the freedom of flight,

Until my fears ignite.

As I begin to remember,

My wings begin to falter,

My eyes look down,

Towards the town,

Searching for the ticket,

The gun and bullet.

I am brought back to reality,

My heart so empty,

The window to relief,

My current feeling of grief,

My wandering mind,

Dreams of becoming blind.

The teacher calls me,

and says sacastically,

"Why are you looking out the window?,

Do you feel so hollow,

That you dream of hitting the ground,

And never being found?"

You may find your joke funny,

But my heart fills with worry,

The words sliced my heart,

The truth tearing me apart,

Because you were right,

My heart pumped with fright,

Because you guessed my thoughts,

And you were Spot on.