The Window Pane

Step away from the window,
That little portal into now-nothing.
Trust me, it's only an illusion,
And that pane just isn't worth it.

Yes, I know you long to
Reach just a finger beyond
It's weak barrier, to feel the
Breeze of a different freedom,
Of in there.

If you must, lend it your gaze,
But only your gaze,
From time to time to quench your
Passionate thirst for its appeal.
I understand what it means to you,
What it holds behind it that
You see with the utmost clarity
That it is in all respects torturous.
It's so very torturous.

But now it is time
That this window be covered,
Its shutters closed and
Its face covered with boards.

You must do it.
For as you look backwards through
This small squared off vault,
There are doors before you,
Open and unguarded.