Reality In the Windows

Shadows blend, a reflextion of a window in the same. What is real? Which way shall I walk to gaze? The window being shut up tight there is no breeze. Stillness, thought, oh where will I go? Where will I be? Where? If my choice be ill can go back? Can I return to the place I was,and deside again? Can I then go the right way? Or will the abyss swallow me and will I sufficate in its image? Will I only be a shadow also, or maybe a reflextion to confuse? Or will I remain real in its fakeness? Wait ...watch...in time the true way may be exposed. For shadows move and reflections change, directed by the sun. But truth will remain as it is. Seady... hurry not... when observing the truth you will know where to trun. You can open the real window and take a deep living breath, and gaze at the wonders to dream. You will know where you are and make your dreams real. Wait...observe.. .know the sun and who controls the sun will not let you down. Alas, relentless, your turn fails you. You avoid the truth. Is it possible you don't care to breathe? Is it not wishing to gaze? Is longing to feel what is'nt really your goal? Or do you dare to explore? Anticipating a new place excites. Not knowing if you can ever trurn back. Brave... ingnorant... stupid...cowardly...young...old...addicted... What can it be? Who can say what it is? Surely safety is far. Is becoming a reflection, a shadow, a new relm, what you need? For your turn may set you in a place you don't belong. For your own shadow and your own reflection, will be the other way, the opposite. And the relm will melt into reality. Into the window of the true gaze. The one with an occassional breeze when open. Can you go there now? I don't know, you can try if you lke? But maybe being real is not your desire. Oh but you may take the wrong turn again. Move slowly please. Hence the glass you charge may crash down and devour your rebellious spirt . You see and hear no more. You feel no breeze.