The Window

I stand there gazing at the world outside. I wonder do they see me looking at them? Watching them walk by. I watch them like rats scuring to and fro. Do they see me? Can they see the tears i cry for them? Can they truly know how i feel so deep in my heart? I wonder do they see anything beyond whats in front of them? I turn to see a screen splattered with injustice and pain, I see a few with hands outstretched calling to them but they cannot see or hear. The world has blinded them so they walk ever forward as if they were hypnotized by some unseen force that calls them to their doom. It saddens me to watch this daily occurrence. I scream so loud that even the heavens hear my voice but you just keep walking by only to seek that which will only bring you a temporary happiness. I seek the eternal joy that so few seek these days. The joy of the love of another is worth more than any gold or diamonds that you seek. Your happiness was only short lived and like a drug you strive for it. But in your last days as you look up from the box lined with velvet you see no one is there.