Sentiments of g (1)

How relaxed I was within, yet my body wanted to be outside the window, looking in

Wanted, a desire to touch something alike, not a dream, my body relaxed elsewhere

I think, looking in, my body, their body, and what was the vision touching, the glass

Shattering between our bodies dream, then pieces were flies became human beings,

A swarm millions of big eyes or was it one eye of millions looking at being human in, so

Many more dreams, at 4.5 billion years old, Lady, more than a freshman dreams, why

Pressed against relaxed window pane, my body against your dreaming face