Hidden By the Window Pain.

We catch glimpses of parallel universes every day.
That girl with the bruises, alright, but hurt in every other way.
Failing to see it Shifting and changing ever so elegantly plain.
The couple we envy, so innocently in love, kissing in the rain
And we dare to go home and dream of other worlds, in order to escape ours,
When we Live in this Universe of worlds, But look up to Mars.
Ignorant that our depraved desires, our innocent nightmares, are another's objective,
Polarities, though Similar in every way, a distinction without a difference, were it not for perspective.