Terrarium

It's strange, but I must ask which side of the glass do we reside?

I can see our hot breath against the walls but unsure of what's been inside.

No dream can resolve this clear square which seals the surroundings with its sharp corners.

No rage can destroy this cage.

It's strange, but it looks as though I am a part of the outside yet I am left quarantined to this defined space with imaginary walls.