Window: Window

 

You dream of a world filled with freedom to do and act as you please.

A world that will not come without sin, And punishment.

I dream of a world with peace to love and connect with all things.

A world that will not come until I am to forfeit my freedom.

Both have their losses. Both have their gains.

And sometimes, I like to look through the window,

At the other's choice of path,

                                                  To try and understand the other's pain.