She’s waiting for the spring flowers to bloom
I’m gazing out the window of her room,
Through blinds that are designed to dim the light
Keeping this room in eternal twilight.
Green monitors glow like sleepless cat eyes
Tattle tale relays that never tell lies
Since the truth doesn’t matter anymore
Everyone knows and awaits the what’s in store.
I’d bring her flowers to color her dim
But the white dressed guards will not let them in
Afraid to contaminate fine filters,
Although now it hardly seems to matter,
I show pictures of a garden in spring,
And play a recording of birds that sing.
Leaving with promises to return soon
She’s waiting for the spring flowers to bloom.