Trapped in a rectangle of glass,
Get out while you can, but you say,
All of this would have to be left behind.

Caught up in a butterscotch coloured liquid in a half-empty glass,
Escape while you can, but you say nothing, as a drowning person moves
their lips and only bubbles, of air escape, not words are left behind.

Encased in flesh, shaped with bone and muscle reflected in the mirrored glass, there
is no leaving until all your sand has run out of the timer, but you say, your days
are numbered, when the last grain has dropped, you don't want to be left behind.

Transparent as glass,
He has seen it all,
But you say,
A Life misspent,
Oh but it is now left behind,
A Stand-In died, freely,
Now your Heaven bound.
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