Small windows are here to remind you of what you have left behind

Every choice made is sacrifice; you’ve had so much to give

How to count all of the blessings unnumbered and overlooked?

What could you give that could erase all the wishes you once held dear?

Close all the windows.

Who do you live for? Is your image of self a transparency?

Water acquiesces, but in time, erodes its foundation

The cup who overfloweth no longer has its own agency

No longer a special thing with substance and definition

Close all the windows.

Your lullaby to cradle once was a destiny to behold

You once were a deep well of spirit, with a future to create

Now your deepest truth is a secret that will never be told

Secrets untold are forgotten, and in time, evaporate

Close all the windows.