Gaze out at the city,
Taking in those urban views,
Both bustling and gritty.
Some have
curtains, some have blinds,
Others show off shades,
Hiding the inhabitants
And all their escapades.
Others show off shades,
Hiding the inhabitants
And all their escapades.
From the
outside looking in,
You simply cannot tell
What goes on behind that glass,
And that is just as well.
You simply cannot tell
What goes on behind that glass,
And that is just as well.
If eyes are
windows to the soul,
As I have often heard,
That metaphor applied to homes
Would really be absurd.
As I have often heard,
That metaphor applied to homes
Would really be absurd.
For every
city dweller
Lives with panes to see outside,
Those windows often covered up,
A haven meant to hide.
Lives with panes to see outside,
Those windows often covered up,
A haven meant to hide.
A country
curtain lets us peek
To see what life’s about,
But city windows have one job –
To keep those peepers out!
To see what life’s about,
But city windows have one job –
To keep those peepers out!
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