The Borrowed Window

From you I see all,

The tower to the South,

The sea to the Southeast,

The endless city to the west,

The hint of Tokyo to the North. 

This window isn't mine,

     but it feels so right.

The family who took me in

     didn't have to share.

Yet here I am staring through a borrowed window

      at a borrowed view.

If I look hard enough can I see the school?

With friends dear and times of bliss.

Are those the lights of Chinatown,

     or are they for some other festive time.

Can that really by the mountain called Fuji?

Am I really here?

I cannot sleep, but I do not ache.

My mind is trapped in a view.

One seared into my mind, which I cannot forget.

Never forgetting will let me do one thing;

Look out my borrowed window,

     and behold a borrowed view at any borrowed time.