Window Eyes

I see myself

With eyes as so many windows

I do so many things

Yet

Who am I?

.

All these people

Gathered fact

I store them away

To be remembered in vivid flashes

.

Where are they,

The rest of the time?

.

On a planet

Of eternal rain

Who do I cry for

When none of them

Want me there

When none of them

Say I have problems

That are the magnitude of theirs

.

I stay far away

In the back of the movie

Watching the screen

The actors

I can do nothing for them

I am not part of

Their life stream

.

Dreams at night

Rats scampering

Constantly

Forgotten

I keep forgetting

To feed them

.

I know I am here

In this place

I’m jaded

I’m hormonal

I’m me

I’m whatever

.

What’s the glass on the windows?

What aspects does it tint?

What causes it to break?

Where am I?

In the vast emptiness of my head.

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