The Window

rainy-city

How do we look through something
That has a feel and a touch
It withstands the rain
And yet not the light pouring through
We see the outside world
Peering in to us
And we watch on
As the world continues their lives

There is a connection
Between the inside and the out
But there is a barrier too
Something holding us back
That can’t be seen
Until we examine itĀ up close
We walk away and don’t notice
That it still exists

We keep coming back and wondering
What the other side is like
Or how they got there
And we press our hands against the glass
Wanting to know more
Its not until our hands drop down
And they pass the knob
And we realize that the whole time
This window was a door

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