Glass Pane

a part of you is glass.

Starting on a pane of glass.

Traveling on it until we turn to ash.

Dashing, dashing across this pane of glass.

Time causes glass to shatter, but no two pieces are the same.

Traveling across this pane of glass.

Shattering with each step.

Cracks forming at every moment.

Moving fast, moving slow, there is no difference.

All glass breaks.

Shattering and shattering as life moves on.

Traveling across this pane of glass but to what end.

Why? Why? Is this glass breaking.

It breaks because of the world.

Because of us.

But what is this glass pane we are on?

Is it the world we are on?

Is it the road of our life? A path that we make by breaking this glass?

No.

This pane of glass is not something like that.

This glass is the mind.

Shattering at words of others.

Because of others.

Events that happened.

And because of this, all glass breaks.

Traveling across this pane of glass.

Breaking slowly.

Breaking fast.

Shattering, shattering.

Always breaking.

Always will break.

Traveling, traveling.

Across this pane of glass.

Until we turn to ash.

This pane of glass tuning into a work of art.

That no one but you can see.

But it will always be there.

Reflecting what and who you are.

Traveling on this shattered pane.

Forever and ever

Until.

The end.

On this shattered pane of glass.

Author's Note

Does this put a good picture in your mind? Does it connect to you?