Glass

[euthanasia]

As I was sitting down the stone
I picked a glass from the sand
Through it I decided to see life
Sometimes the glass is dirty
So things are not as they should
Sometimes the glass amplifies light
So every shadow seems brighter
On a day, the glass sliped away
Hit the stone and broke apart
Through my eyes, I see once again life
An things are just like I wanted it to

[baked_pi]

Very nice! I like the poem alot. I play in a band called Baked in a Pi, and we wrote a song called Glass. Here are the lyrics.


Speaking of the weight of this fragile glass figurine, as you roll it across your fingers, watch the play of the lights beam.
Fleeting is the way, opportunities abound. Act upon the thought before it tumbles to the ground.

Realize this magic opportunity cloaked in hazy murk of indecision. Reach for this strand of possibility. Don't waste this chance. Don't kill it by lethargy.

Speaking of the weight of this fragile glass figurine, forced to recognize one hundred thousand dreams.
Nearing is the day when this time is just a memory. Set aside the shallow depths to entice epiphany.

Realize this magic opportunity cloaked in hazy murk of indesicion. Reach for this strand of possibility. Don't waste this chance, just sitting there it's up to me...

...to realize.

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