GLASS HOUSE
I find myself in a glass house,
Everything so spiced and smooth.
Peeping at the world for what it is,
For I’m just a reflection of silhouette.
I find myself in a glass house,
People walking by, in stride.
I call out to them, to say hello,
Only to realize, I’m on the other side.
I find myself in a glass house,
Oh! I need to keep it clean.
Wiping out the prints of my fingers,
This could be a herculean.
I find myself in a glass house,
Happy to be hiding safe,
For,the world turns towards the glass
And will find nothing, but haze.
I find myself in a glass house,
As the sun sets to dawn.
The blurrier the world gets,
The more flawless I see my own.
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