The dirty old window in my office

is bothering me

Black with grimy spots

on its window pain.

Its tracks are full of dirt,

Colored Pieces Shapes Assume

There is a window in my room

Whose colored pieces shapes assume

Like summer clouds in blue

Veiled, the breeze wisps through my window
Flowing over my place of rest
Patterned dreams of mediocrity dance
On the edge of

Windows

Out each and every window I see
People with lives better than me

They go along about their day
And all I can ever

Windows of opportunity
Through careful scrutiny
Some just see a view
Some have wholesome curiosity
Burglar bars between the