Tuesday, April 20, 2010

10 feet forward, 10 feet high

On the other side of glass
we can't talk this way but I
think I know what you're thinking
Someday I'm sure you'll step out of your four corners
Sooner than later
Maybe grab a drink and
You'll understand where I'm coming from
You'll understand where I'm going

On the other side of glass
Situation so fragile
If I get too close it all might crumble
Standing at a distance you see me, you see me
But are you just for display?
Am I only to see you, to see you, not feel you
Or know you, or need you, or touch you or keep you
You seem lonely in your surroundings
Watching life outside pass
But I want to know the life that stands
On the other side of glass