OUT THERE

Safe behind these windows and these parapets of stone

Gazing at the people down below me
All my life I watch them as I hide p here alone
Hngry for the histories they show me
All my life I memorize their faces
!nowing them as they will ne"er #now me
All my life I wonder how it feels to pass a day
$ot abo"e them
%t part of them
And ot there
&i"ing in the sn
Gi"e me one day ot there
All I as# is one
To hold fore"er
Ot there
'here they all li"e naware
'hat I(d gi"e
'hat I(d dare
)st to li"e one day ot there
Ot there among the millers and the wea"ers and their wi"es
Throgh the roofs and gables I can see them
E"ery day they shot and scold and go abot their li"es
Heedless of the gift it is to be them
If I was in their s#in
I(d treasre e"ery instant
Ot there
Strolling by the Seine
Taste a morning ot there
&i#e ordinary men
'ho freely wal# abot there
)st one day and then
I swear I(ll be content
'ith my share
'on(t resent
'on(t despair
Old and bent
I won(t care
I(ll ha"e spent
One day
Ot there