Passes By

A look to the left,

Through a dirtied cracked window,

I spy life passing by,

Why, Why not I.

For arrested in my chair am I,

Absent key, absent drive,

Desire to be as they

To be happy, to thrive

How do I?

Static unchanged is my life.

My eyes adopt others lives,

In hopes one day

Their lives to me, revive.