Open To Interpretation.

I have no title for this piece...devised by a tired mind and to writers tiredness is never kind :s lol

I see the world Through a steamy pane 

Where periphery prevails To blind and wane 

 Observing your movement 

Judging not gender but pace 

For how can I pass judgement  

When I cannot see your face

I see how they move 

innocence outgrows them 

walking the streets As if they have all day 

and as though they own them. 

Others are hasty 

outside is not their friend 

Out there is nothing tasty

so the poor meet an inevitable end

I've seen the world Through a steamy pane

Now is time for the glass to crack

For I have seen the dice That life has hurled 

And have decided to throw them back!