Windowpain

I look out through myself with ease
And see the world without me in it.
Imagination is a tease
It is so difficult to pin it
Down to pure reality
(Or, why imagine if you do?)
It deals in artful fallacy
And changing up your point of view.
So as I stare into the night
And wonder at a me-less scene
I ponder what that lonely sight
Implies - and what it doesn't mean.
It doesn't mean I get to go
Nor that I'd want to, even so.