the light glares off the window
blinding me from what i know is out there
time ticks on, the continuous cycle
spinning around and around
but blurring out of control, smearing the light
trying to clear the windows, to get a clear view
peeking through the cracks, chisseling away at the reminants
with a satisfying crunch the glass shatters
no more reflecting, no more viewing
only seeing everything in a different light
nothing for what it actually is
to see the truth you must rebuild the glass
put back together the statue of time, of patience, the cycle
glue back together the pieces and peer through the looking glass
but this time on the other side- with the light
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