Window Panes:

Best seat in my room
It helps with the blues,
That spot that i go
When im told too.

When i get in trouble
Mommy and daddy is mad,
And i am too
Cause ive been bad.

Im sent to my room
My room with a view,
Oh where my butt
Stays but glued.

I sit at my window
And peer with my eyes,
All the other people
As they unwind.

With both arms crossed
My chin in hand,
As my curious eyes
Scan the land.

For any little thing
Or any little face,
To focus my attention
Of disgrace.

The ticks of the clock
In the background,
My view from the window
Makes not a sound.

My mind is bored
Its too quiet in here,
Good thing my view
Is crystal clear.

My neck is stiff
My leg half asleep,
Im suppose to sit here
And not make a peep.

This seat is hard
So my butt is sore,
All of this waiting
Is so hard to ignore.

When my hour is done
And i can get up,
My punishment is over
My lockup.

I think to myself
When im back outside,
Playing my games
Riding my rides.

The view from out here
Bares much less pain,
Unlike that inside stare
Through my window panes.