Beyond the blinds

A meaningless stare, glancing beyond and between my window blinds, holding no thoughts or emotion, a decision obsessed with which blind to stare through

It is a limited view, for me
I strive for it to have meaning

A choice resigning in how I feel, what's to be my concluding thought
What will I wish to see

The view, a perspective
Awaits, free to choose
And yet, I'd rather not
Chosen for me, as it forever has
What I see is what I see
Seen only as temporary
Never my destiny

Though I must not deny the view beyond the blinds, it does exist for me
and what a gift it is, if it may be
So others say
I shall, with hope, to believe as they

Today I've opened the blinds, to see all I am given
I must look beyond
The entire window awaits

An amazing view, I want to believe
A view, always, impossible for me
The gift it holds they say
Beyond the window
I'm finally ready to see

Denied I have always
For there is a view
Just now do you see
I've seen not what others see

Yet now, my glance, my stare
capturing the wonderful view it is
Unbelievable and forever waiting
Undeniably, only for me