From My Comfort

I know it grows cold outside
even tho I am sheltered inside
looking thru the glass. I see pools of light
cast by the lamps scattered in the night.
People tread past in the darkness
going about life bold & fearless.
Inside they each hold dreams,
and fears, that nothing is as it seems.

From my comfort I am looking down
at the lines scratched out on the ground.
Dare I fill myself with confidence?
I am sure there is no coincidence
that soon I will be among those paths
performing the essays, labs & maths,
hoping to find the morning light
leading out of the coldness of night.

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copyright Skippy / Adrian Smith -- 2000
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