Facades

Life spent looking through windows

Much time wasted staring at open portals

Colorful existence grinds down to soul

Obsession becomes reality, as reality becomes nil

Exceptional beauty parades through the day

Night time veils

As mouth is sewn closed ,torture is friend

Morning once again the butterfly dances

Ropes twist so violently

Oceans roar and become tiny frothing bubbles

Days, weeks, months spin uncontrollably

It all passes too quickly

Life is a façade do we not see

Hold tightly emulating tiny seedlings

The beauty now is viewed in rages

Jealousy turns to tears

Stain glass turns milky and opaque
 Window becomes further from view

For what we see is not always what we get

Life is a great façade

The ocean is crystal clear, no longer hiding its victims