It’s very visual in my mind,
The place where you go to hide.
The place where you recess to process,
To separate and take a break.
It’s a glass dome made with glass very very thick,
In the middle of a forest,
Where I exist.
It’s a place I cannot breach,
It’s a place where I stand and try to reach.
I bang on the dome,
I stand out and cry,
But you are absorbed in your own reveries.
I try to throw stones to get your attention, but you are not even aware of my existence,
Then I turn and walk away.
Because there is no reaching you today.
I’ll come back again tomorrow and maybe you would’ve broken free of the glass dome that blocks what you should see.
Feb 3
Feb 3, 2026 at 4:18 PM UTC
It’s very visual in my mind,
The place where you go to hide.
The place where you recess to process,
To separate and take a break.
It’s a glass dome made with glass very very thick,
In the middle of a forest,
Where I exist.
It’s a place I cannot breach,
It’s a place where I stand and try to reach.
I bang on the dome,
I stand out and cry,
But you are absorbed in your own reveries.
I try to throw stones to get your attention, but you are not even aware of my existence,
Then I turn and walk away.
Because there is no reaching you today.
I’ll come back again tomorrow and maybe you would’ve broken free of the glass dome that blocks what you should see.