We live off reflected reality
see ourselves in others' eyes,
our own idea of normality
sculptured by others' lies

which are in turn formed off back
of others' destroyed dreams,
all combine to hack and hack
at life's immortal stream

surround yourself with unstained glass,
of type not backed by metal,
that lets eternal light flow past
to nourish your soul's petals

by those who yearn to cultivate
the best in you and me,
those who live to set us straight
on path of G-d's country

avoid your own solipsism,
expand your own horizons,
embrace the joyful optimism
of others on their islands

hold their hand and see beyond
confines of life's upsets,
stand up tall and jump the pond
to race till gold sunset.