I’m Looking Out Of My Window

i’m looking out of my window;
there is this orange street-lighting.
i hate it!
why isn’t it white?
why can’t the lighting carry the hope in it,
and not this darkness?
- a dark lighting! -

i’m looking out of my window;
i can see my face reflecting.
i hate me!
why am i not laughing?
why can’t i have my mind on somewhere else,
but on your eyes?
- a sad love! -

i’m still looking out of my window.

(swansea/uk, october’01)