Through the Tainted window...

I look out through the window,
at the world that's passing by,
couples kissing, friends chatting,
loners on their own.

The glass between the world and me,
thick, dirty and stained,
the picture of life distorted,
my veiw...tainted and plain.

But this life is but a picture,
well painted and protected,
by an artist with an eye,
and thick glass, tainted, dirty and stained.

Then I look at what I am,
a person with a soul,
surrounded by people,
also, looking through the glass.

Looking at what seems greener,
when we can not see ourselves.
We always look at what we don't have,
look at the world, at life, as they pass us by.

But we are part of that world,
between us and the thing called life,
is but a glass door, so
why are we fear opening it so...?

Dedicated to life, and those who fear it.