I Wish For An Adventure

I dry my tear today

we have fallen too far to cry.

I sit behind a window

never reaching the outside.

Out inside the storm,

where dead men keep their souls

and swiftly destroy the world,

that is where I should be.

Living in all isolation

is not my truest desire,

though I claim to be an altruist,

I refuse to help myself last.

but even though the world awaits,

I journey no further than the window,

in which it kept me safe,

away from all adventure.