We're expected to live in a glass box.

Clear enough for the world to see,

Small enough to conceal our dreams,

Fragile enough to make us scared to break.

They tell us,

"Outside the glass box,

Life is brutal"

But beautiful.

There's endless space for dreaming.

"And countless ways to fall"

Without reading in between the lines

Without looking within

The glass box of protected dreams

Appeals to those who don't dare to do better

But I dare you to look beyond your four walls

Feel the isolation.

Build the pressure.

Break out.

Explore.

Glass shards leave cuts

But they heel,

and turn into beautiful reminders of our story.