Some see a window to the floor.
Some see a window to the sky.
Some see a window pain and nothing more.
Some dream it’s a window to the world.
Or pretend it holds a cornerstone of foundation?
Some immerse themselves in the sight of the window of opportunity.
Few try to fly against the curve.
And many have only the eyes to observe.
Obscurity is delivered to those whom crave to belong.
-You imagine what you desire, for desire is a churn of passion,
but its what you do with what you perceive makes you whom you only be.
Obstacles loathed are the misfortune of an ignorant mind
Those whom twist in order to display often hold only a placard of detest and a backwards view from inside.
-There is no grace in persistence of a wrongly tuned pace.
There is laughter in the spoils of diligence and protest in it’s face, but the satire of remorse is the whiplash of a dead horse and futile haste.
The snide that live in snigger are the hapless that emulate sick from their inner desire to change as they deliver tales of stagnancy by their fortitude of bemuse.