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The Window
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Other Poems Looking out,
A world without walls.
Looking in,
Nothing to see but chains of a room.
A picture of a life,
A desk and a char,
A shelf and an award.
Nothing amazing,
Nothing memorable.
Outside is boundless,
The sky, a road.
People walk by, but never look in.
For what’s there to see?
Windows are not for those on the outside,
But those on the inside, earning to be free.
The soul is no different,
Always looking out to see what it should become,
Yet no one ever looks in to see what is truly is.
What its like, to appreciate it.
Life is a window of limitless opportunities.
And not until the end, do you ever look back in.
