A need for Windex
A need for Windex
The world is viewed by each of us through the windows of our mind.
Our views can become tainted, by thin layers of film I find.
Dulling the brightness that truly is there. Feeling the warmth faded as it falls upon us.
Giving false illusion, when we can’t see the dust.
Thin as the layer itself maybe, it’s joined with other debris.
Soot from fires gone by, tricking our mental eye.
Residue from rains that passed streaked by melting snow that never last.
Winters seemingly depressing feeling can set our minds sadly reeling.
Obscuring what we should be seen, not realizing the window is unclean.
A task best suited to the sunny days of spring, no need to rush to the window and clean.
But keep this thought inside your head,
Don’t trust the window you look through.
Check the world from outside instead.
For it shall offer the clearest view.
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