I feel like I’m throwing glass in house of stone
Making a mess but nothing more,
I’ve failed to understand the concept.
The stone always remains intact, no matter the task
And the glass always seems to shatter.
I can’t see through the walls
The delicate balance that is created by the glass house,
Is denied in this cold harsh room.
I wonder how long I can twiddle my thumbs with cut feet
Because I’ve nothing better to do,
In this impenetrable fortress.
A delicate dwelling near perfection,
Where one would never want to leave
And a solid wall, no, walls
Where I am trapped.
This situation is only made worst by my stupidity, the shattered glass.
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