As I sit here by the window
watching Tommy run
and jump in the yard
all full of childish freedom and energy
I cannot help but be envious

How can he
as so many others
less childish
know what it is like
to be trapped in this cubic yard
of steel and foam and spokes
a life knowing no simple pleasures
as a stroll down the street
or crossing the room erect
to greet a friend

I must spend hours
here at this window each day

Most of all
I guess it's the rainy days
I like the most
seeing those raindrops
pushed out of their clouds
to end up on my window sill

Somehow they make me think
of so many others being ejected
from their homes
from whatever pressures
when they come of age

They don't have time
as I
to sit
and think
and discover within
and that's when my envy
breaks down

True I can't play ball
or climb stairs
or dance
but in my heart and my mind
I can do so very much more

So many who are not
trapped in a steel cage as this
don't have time to ask