Windows , All of Them See

windows, all of them see through the eyes of the believer pin a task for the machine and ask why? curtain draped sorrows of dreaded tomorrows finding a thought or two gears running tickers ticking like our time is so precious enough to write down and file away into yesterdays realm if tomorrow never comes what happens to yesterdays thoughts floating in an ocean of blended hues rich men can't buy the bag of dreams that it would hold but the window can see