Windows I look through,
a vastness lying in waiting.
Possibilities abounding in an age like ours,
worlds abundant with what you can do.
Ugliness filled
and a harshness that is life.
Nothing too good is held onto,
except by the strong-willed.
Windows show it all,
you just need to look through.
Not seeing what's hidden,
only seeing things fall.
Looking so hard for the answers we are,
looking through a glass, unsure what we see.
Things are there for the taking, abundance possible,
dreams still waiting for you to get that far.
Look through the windows and see what is there,
and never forget, from where you came.
Past the eyes of the window, a wonderful world,
substantive things matter, a world of options, you more aware.
About the Creator
Jason Ray Morton
I have always enjoyed writing and exploring new ideas, new beliefs, and the dreams that rattle around inside my head. I have enjoyed the current state of science, human progress, fantasy and existence and write about them when I can.
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