Paned Windows
Countless paned windows
Fill my humble house
New, all were simple
All were clear, and identical
Now, all are complex
All are tainted, and identical.
It seems my every motive
To clean these panes have failed.
Dirt never springs from
My side of the windows
And although
I travel outside my safe place
Now and then to clean these panes,
From dirt that is not my own
These windows are still tainted
With years of its distress.
It must be
Within, these windows
The grime has lay to rest
How can I?
A normal man,
Even repair just one pane
For the sake of the window or my own
When this pane cannot help itself
Does this window truly believe
That others cannot see what lives inside?
Because, when the panes from these windows
Are out of my control,
I can no longer bear to look
I shut its blinds forever
In desperation to forget, that window
Which only reminds me of my failure.
Fatefully, as time has passed
In my humble house
I have watched all my blinds shut.
I have become trapped in the darkness
Cast by these paned windows,
Now I, tainted and complex as they.
If only one had cleansed its panes
I could have loved, that window, till my death
Countless paned windows
Fill my humble house
New, all were simple
All were clear, and identical
Now, all are complex
All are tainted, and identical.
It seems my every motive
To clean these panes have failed.
Dirt never springs from
My side of the windows
And although
I travel outside my safe place
Now and then to clean these panes,
From dirt that is not my own
These windows are still tainted
With years of its distress.
It must be
Within, these windows
The grime has lay to rest
How can I?
A normal man,
Even repair just one pane
For the sake of the window or my own
When this pane cannot help itself
Does this window truly believe
That others cannot see what lives inside?
Because, when the panes from these windows
Are out of my control,
I can no longer bear to look
I shut its blinds forever
In desperation to forget, that window
Which only reminds me of my failure.
Fatefully, as time has passed
In my humble house
I have watched all my blinds shut.
I have become trapped in the darkness
Cast by these paned windows,
Now I, tainted and complex as they.
If only one had cleansed its panes
I could have loved, that window, till my death
