What is a window? What we all look through,

To see where once our simple kind was new,

To dream all day that we are somehow free,

Of where we are and who we're meant to be.

To gaze through, walking down a busy street,

To dream of fancy clothes, restaurants to sit and eat.

watching lovesick couples, ginger as they meet.

The windows on their faces say with nervous glance and shift

Closed and unbelieving, they long to trust and lift.