The Glass

Poem By jonathan farrell

When I look through the window
I see hope up in the sky
My eyes shoot inside motion
My vitality is high

Securely on the ground
I shape the magical dome
The universe is out there
And it becomes my home

I don't know why we're here
Yet i'm standing very still
Pushing against waves
I've not got any will

But when i think outside
My purpose changes way
Meaning jumps with fire
In my heart to stay

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