Looking out with nothing there,
There's never been a simpler pleasure.
All the winds and clouds blow by,
Everything else just doesn't matter.
Noting the things I've seen or saw.
They seem much better than before.
I've always wished someone watched with me,
But these are the things that people ignore.
I don't know what I'm looking for or even care to ask.
I'm fine the way things are.
So I wonder, why things seem to change so very very fast.

Kye Kurion

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/out-the-window-4/