As though I am looking through a glass 

The snowflakes fall outside 

It would be so good to feel them on my face

I can only press my face against the pane

Life itself clouding the view

The air is comfortable inside

But adventure is beyond the glass 

Some have been known to starve

Others come back inside 

Vowing never to try again

But the glass is cool against my cheek

It can’t be so bad out there

Will the door lock behind me?

Wil I be left shivering alone in the cold? 

But I feel I belong there. 

This warm house makes more sense 

But my mind is outside.