Perfect World

She opened her blinds
Her windows of glass
Clear and cold
A bit of dust
But then who cares?
Eyes begin to peer
Faces pressed against
Pondering
The flaws within
Her perfect world

Adoring husband
Children to adore
Money status success
what's more?

They peered and peered
And they did see
A lonely old soul
Broken... she was sure

There she sat
with her blinds opened
to let the sunlight in
to see the roses
the birds the trees

The protective panes
did let her see
but she can't feel
No warmth
No scent
No sound

The living dead ??
No... it's not like that
She's happy to just sit
and watch... for now

Too tired
Too frightened
to leave her perfect world..