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