A Windows Pain

There's a window in our attic
It watches the leaky faucet of time drip the world gone by
The window can see everything, but in turn, feels nothing
It knows all the world has to offer but remains a spectator
Dust sleeps upon frozen memories waiting to be awakened within
Or is that they are covered forever?
But the window continues to look out at the world
While the world continues to overlook the window
Why is it that we always look out windows, but never in?
Happiness is blind but the window clearly sees with zero emotion
I guess then ignorance is bliss!?
Nice one window :)

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