Walls of glass

Everybody is out.
Everybody is there,
Millions of miles away,
Behind a wall of glass
So soft it feels like air.

I'm so consumed by me.
Basic,
Immature,
Frightened,
And yet so bold, that's me…
Trying to give it an end.

You're not here …
Am I there?
Can u feel me then?
             … That I care?
Do you feel it?
When I touch you?
Do you see it?
When I look at you?

Do you know it, there's big Strong wall.
That separates us, always, the me and the you?

Sounds like that's the way,
          My story or yours.
Behind the walls of glass
     't never rains but it pours.







Casperious ,  2005-11-27  : 1.23AM