the world is made of glass

by Apr 12, 2004Poetry

so cold
it paralyzes me
and I don’t know where to run
such wreckless hate
I am all alone in my own little world
all that I see
I live, separated
so small, brought to the top
and though others look down upon me
I know that only I can fulfill the task which I have set out on
my destiny, it seems so clear
but oh, so many obstacles
I can see it, but alas, they cannot
I have to go on, keep climbing higher and higher
though there are many things in the way
I stride further, day after day
they are cold, and heartless,
and though I can see through them they cannot
alas, the world is made of glass


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