by Modar Neznanich



As I drove by the house

I saw a face in the window.

A face, full of longing,

Trying to reach: out to the world;

Trying to escape: to something better.

Something about that face;

It seemed so familiar -

But of no one I knew.

I traveled on; but the memory,

Of that face, followed me.

Inside me was a great desire

To help that person; but how?

And to whom did that fleeting face belong?

Then it hit me - whose face it was.

It belonged to me!

It was I who was searching;

It was I who wanted something better.

Deep inside I had wanted to escape

But had been afraid to admit it.

The face in the window was a reflection of my true self.

And then I realized it was time:

Time to make a choice.

I could reach out - to something better.

Or stay the way I was. But I couldn't just be:

The face in the window.

1978, 1979, 1980, 1981, 1982, 1983, 1984, 1985, 1986, 1987, 1988, 1989, 1990 Ron Knight / Modar Neznanich
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