I look out the window of life <br />And as I watch it go bye <br />I ask myself, who am I? <br />who must I be? <br />To write these words with pure purity <br />My words float past the mountains and echo off the sea <br />My mind is like a locked door, and my poems are the key <br />Unlock and speak to set these words free, the gab is a gift and the mind is a treasure <br />So writing what you feel is the greatest pleasure<br /><br />Mark Bauch<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-window-of-life/
