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A window

I am open; for discussion
but the moment a cool breeze blows in
I will shut up
and shut you out

I am a window
of opportunity
I am a widow;
mourning modesty

Yeah I am delicate
Please close the blinds
for I have no hands;
and I have no eyes

When the world moves around me
it's only ever "one" angle
I don't move
I sit adjacent to, what�s pretty to look out to

But I?
You only see straight through
that's all they do, I couldn't wish for new
But that's okay;

Can't shed no tears
I was moulded this way
one of a kind
At night I watch the stars at bay

The moon;
that has no sane man camped up there
The low jets that nearly shatter my panes
Though every night is all but the same

Too bad I can't just be adored
like the art on the wall, or the front entrance door
But admired as the medium
You use to get through, to better place, with a better view.