Shuffle and Scrape

I'll spend this day in reverie, I wont focus on anything,
 I don't have to, I don't feel the need.
 Look at the others with contempt or is it envy?
 I'll stand in your room and all I can make out are the corners.
 Its enough to let me know where I stand
 Its the barest minimum to function
 But I'll be good, I promise to do better.
 Some things are forgotten, other things matter.
 Something else is always proving far too strong.
 I guess Ive been a window gazer all along . . . .
 See the sparrows fly in low . . .
 There was a place you said you would take us,
 Can we go please? . . .
 Spent the day in societys refinery, unable to focus on anything.
 There's too much here, too many people,
 Only way out lies through a major arterial.
 You remember when we talked about our beloved escape,
 A place without all the shuffle and scrape and lack of philanthropy.
 To where there's more trees than cars
 And leaves have been dried out by the sun . . .
 I'll spend this day in a reverie, I wont focus on anything,
 I don't have to, I don't feel the need.
 This is the closest that I'll come to relief.
 But I'll be good I promise to do better.
 Some things are forgotten, other things matter.
 Something else is always proving far too strong . . .
 I guess I'll remain a window gazer from now on.