The Window

The Window

Peering out the window is difficult—

When the pains are stained with dirt.

The world takes on an odd shade,

When our perceptions become distorted.

Its not intentional you see,

Nor do I wallow in self deception

But my neglect of window washing,

Has painted an unclear picture.

At first the view was hazy,

Not too bad in the beginning.

But the dust that clouds the outside,

Have begun to cloud my judgment

We all have a window,

In which we use to view the world.

Sometimes we venture outward — only to find

It more comfortable to do our watching from the inside

The window itself was never the problem,

You and I both have one.

But if we fail for a moment to keep our windows clean

We will distort how reality was intended to be seen.

Greg Butz

6-15-06