My Escape Someone once asked me Why I looked out the window. What was I looking for? I never knew. There was something wrong But I didn’t understand what. I tried to figure it out, But I never knew. Fifteen years later I found myself looking out again. Why was this happening? I didn’t know. Lying there Was the better option. My relief existed to my right-- Vinyl and glass. Another fifteen years Have passed. Another new view, Again trying to understand. My escape-- windows.