Windows, like so many figures, reveal
What is within and out of which we see,
Exposing at once yet used to conceal
Disheveled rooms and external debris.

Sometimes believed to show what is to be,
Gazing through former and minding present-
Imagining seeing what sets them free
To escape staring through windows content.

Blinking, through tears or blinding sun, intent
On walking through doors instead of staring
Through windows, dreaming with tacit consent,
Of life being lived, bland and uncaring-

Leave the mind’s windows, the past is forgone,
Be immersed by life, not alone looking on.