The Window

Through that window,

The one upstairs,

In the middle of two departments,

I can see everything,

And everyone 

They don’t know that I’m watching the things they do,

That I’m using them like puppets for inspiration

They don’t know that I’m the master of all this

They don’t know I use them as topics for my words 

Through that window,

I have realisation moments

But that’s because I see them all together as one

I’m not just focussing on one clique,

Not one type of people,

I see them all

There I am the puppet master

That window can open doors

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