Of Earth and Windows

I see your face in the office window
As you look outside to see life shining
Back at you while your screen flickers
I am glad you find the time to turn
Your head away from what they feed you
To grant yourself a view of the physical
Where glass portals lay out the actual
And steel pipes are drawn on paper maps
X-rays are best taken in huge mazes

I love watching your eyes trace
Moving and fine things in detail
Noticing the designs of the structural
Updating us on what is beautiful
For the modern day has become a bijou
That togs the clues yesterday had shod
To be deduced from the change within us
But we know that our calendar is bogus
Future past present we are all the same

It is great fun using our opportunity
To take a look at it all as it unfolds
Skyscrapers remind me that this is now
While they are growing taller it is
OK to lay down my head from fighting
To find some form of a pillow waiting
Here where I find all of my affection
Letting it learn from the hardest lesson
That to live is to die and vice versa

I wish I could tell you what we share
Not just the silence but also sight
Once you are able to empty yourself out
Music makes you stop to understand
The reasoning of how in the end
It makes no difference in whose hand
The world turns in order to send
Sweaty palms which have holes missing
In either way the world keeps on turning

I wonder about what really matters
It makes no difference when you live
For to the dead it is all the same
And since that is my lot it counts
For the same like nothing ever will
Except for love and how it shatters
The doubts I have about it and stills
The concern for those who come and go
Finding out what life is once you die inside

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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