The window directs my vision and the Glasses paint things blue
Am I me or just a view from someone’s window?
If I am not me, who should I be?
Who Should I be?
There will be many windows, but this one will never be back
There will be many glasses, but this one will never go wrong
There will be perspectives, but nothing will display what this can see
What this can see……….
Life is a harried race, where souls blissfully walk down a jilted road
‘Talent’ is a currency for achieving some preposterous goals.
An evocative gaze down this acquainted window yields a profuse glee
Beneath those Business Suits, somewhere there’s a tattered piece of me!
Beneath those Business Suits, lies a withering sight of me!
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