Worn Down

I got it into my head
the other day
that there was a time
I could look
at a window
and see clearly through
to the other side

Funny how your mind
spells such fictions
Blatant contradictions
When everybody knows
That a window
Is a dead end
Is a lie.

This is how they say it is
And this is how it always must be
Children born every day
Into a world where it is so
Never knowing what it once could have been
Never seeing sights we old-timers have seen
Reality is redefined by a wearing-down over time.

It got it into my head
the other day
That politeness was
an actual answer.
Not a bending of will
not a falling in line
not just swallowing the pill
and pretending it's fine

Funny how
normal's what
you're used to
Makes you wonder
where the line
is ultimately drawn
(and by whom).

I can't stand on a beach
Being pummeled by the waves
Bits of shell and rock worn down to dust
I can't look upon the gorges
Without seeing a defeat
Let them press you long enough
and pieces of you fade away
Look, I don't have any answers
I've got fears and regrets
I'm caught up in the current
But I'm not ground down yet
So while I've still got a pulse
And I've still got spine
Let me stand up for you
Let me take back what's mine

I got it into my head
the other day
that there might be a time
I could look
at a window
and see clearly through
the grime

Funny how your mind
can tend to find
a way even when the path is closed
For everybody knows
a closed window
means an open
door

~*~

[Hint: O.W.W., it's a code.]