I am in a world of glass castles
being built by sculptures who don't know what the sun looks like
I am always wondering to myself,
"how can I escape this reality?"
Yet I already know the answer
I cannot escape and leave this place
These castles have high walls and everyone is building higher
and higher
and taller
and wider
And I ask them,
"why do you build your walls so big?"
But, yet again, I know the answer to this
I have built my walls too just like they have
I am scared of the fire burning rapidly around me
Every time someone whispers to me, I cringe and crawl into my soul
For the glass was made out of sand
And the sand came from my tears
That once filled an ocean and I loved my ocean
Yet, eventually, you build your castle and forget what it's like
You forget what clean air tastes like