Windows

Stupid hole in the wall. You see both inside and out. At times when I want to espace, You are my doorway. My shelter from the world. That sometimes I have grewn to hate. Protecting me from all that is real. I can look through you and see nothing. When I want to think, your face is where my eyes always end up. You let in new air. That I then use up. At night, if you are open, you let my dreams come to my head. But as soon as the sky shows some light. You close up and there is darkness. I envy what I can't have or be. Only to be just like the same.