Steamy Window

My mind is like a steamy window
I have a world of thoughts on the other side
But I have to work so hard to make them clear to those inside
Every once and awhile I can run my fingers across the window
And clear up enough to make out a couple details
But it steams up shortly after

Everything behind it is a full of blurry details
I can sit and stare
I can hear the busyness on the other side
But my mind concentrates on the single drop of water
As it slowly walks down the window.

I always wonder what it would be like to actually listen to some one talk
Not just hear their voices
Then later put their conversation together like a jigsaw puzzle
I’m not ignoring you
I am trying to listen
I just have to wait for the light to shine through my steamy window