Open windows,
The fields & the skies mirror your dreams.
They glow when you speak of the mundane, to the mundane,
they sparkle and illuminate
& take sole residence within the confines of you.
Stifle a yawn because
An 'I don't care about you, I'm only good for talking about me' is easily masked
With...
Nothing,
It isn't masked
It's there & I can see it.
I'm sorry but transparency is only good for seeing through.