June 25: My window is fake ...

Oops, I made a mistake, my window is fake

A frosted pane sits between me and the aisle

That view that I yearned, it is yet to be earned

It seems I must wait at least a short while

I jumped at the chance, for a window to glance

Out while contemplating my theory

But it seems at least for a while; I’ll just stare at the aisle

As my cross-examination questions I query

My day it will come, when as I work I’ll feel sun

As it streams through the glass to my face

Who knows how long it will be, till those rays shine on me

But for now it’s back to the rat race