Shifting in between threads,
They hang from the ceiling,
And brush my hands as I continue forward,
It's as if this room is the center of my universe,
Cause everything's revolving besides me,
Though not around me like I used to think,
I can see glimpses outside of the thread strung windows,
But it's so cracked,
I could break out at any moment,
It's just the lack of courage that stops me in my tracks,
I don't want to break my knuckles or fill them with glass.