I spotted with my little eyes, cars went fast as they drove by.

The man that lives in the house across the street is working again,

I wonder if he ever looks up and sees me working by my window too?

The window is spoty with dirt, which can be easily cleaned with some wipes,

But I have no way to reach it – the other side, the other side closer to the outside.

I spotted with my little eyes, the same four houses through my window.

I wonder why that third house is in that shade of blue?

And why is it fenced up, what is it scared of?

But I have no way to reach it – the other side, the other side is someone else’s inside.

I spotted with my little eyes, the cars on I5 block the sun sometimes,

Causing the whole room to flicker, I thought I was blinking, but it’s the window blinking.

I wonder where the cars are going, is the car the driver’s inside?

But I have no way to reach it – the other side, the inside is my outside.