Waves

She drew a picture on the window 
Of what, I am not sure 
To me, they looked like waves 
The kind that crash upon a shore 

Perhaps it meant the ocean 
I'm not sure if she's been there 
Yet I noticed as she was drawing 
She gazed out the door with a blank stare 

What was she imagining? 
I'd really like to know 
Her mind, it was just pondering 
Where did she really go? 
  
She was only there 
For just a little while 
Yet across her face 
She bore a great big smile 

I spoke to her later in the day 
About what was going on 
Not of the picture, but life in general 
Then we both spoke of a psalm 

Of how humanity seemed lost 
How they no longer engage 
The Golden Rule not being followed 
Our lives in essence, a blank page 

Inside their own little world 
How everyone seemed stuck 
Losing faith in life 
Relying solely on their luck 

She said that she makes up 
Stories in her head 
Inspiration, filled with hope? 
Or stories made of dread? 

Does she ever write them down 
To interpret what they mean? 
When she rests her head 
Do they show up in a dream? 

Questions that are in my mind 
Ones I can't ignore 
To me, it looked like she drew waves 
The kind that crash upon a shore