Through My Window

I have a magic window.

It is small and cute.

It only works when people pass by.

Through my window I see much.

I see chatty children.

I see annoyed parents.

I see into families, some seem happy, some don't.

I see the mountains, and they see me.

I see the rain as it drops and the sun as it shines.

I see the termination dust approaching, slowly but ever so surely.

I see many types of people. 

I see red necks, foreigners, lovers of life, locals, hippies, smokers, dads, tourists, Military...

All different, but all the same.

My window provides me with glimpses into the life's of others.

I see their habits.

I see their emotions.

I see their thoughts.

There is only one problem with my window.

My window doesn't allow me to see what I desire most, that is, into myself.