help

i'm staring at the darkened window
waiting
wishing
hoping
wondering
my face reflected in the glass
my own sad eyes staring back at me
can i really be this dense sometimes?
yes
i can
it's often
what seems to be my lot in life
how ironic
that the night that shuts me in
is what seems to give me hope
for a brighter
new dawn
can i hope to change tomorrow?
can it be done
so easily?
so little effort?
like a picture
painting a thousand words
i will give you my words
as words
pictures are not
enough
for me
i need more
something
anything
everything
always more
more? am i so greedy
that i want so much
more?
should i want?
be satisfied?
dissatisfied?
am i happy?
wet
tears reflect back
in the window
something
anything
everything
i am alone