GLASS HOUSE


 

Lock seems easy to break

Inside or out ? 

It's hard to select .


Beautiful and fragile

Trustworthy or not?

That's up to you to judge.


I step there a long long ago 

When world felt true to me

The reflective walls lured me 

Felt as if it resemble with me


Inside there,

They have seen me naked

But haven't heard my scream

Seen me dance 

But haven't felt the beat


In Fact,

It was just a dream somehow 

Though it's there, can't be pointed out

'Trust me', I might say you so 

And even if you do, it's not a whole.


Trust comes through conviction

Conviction comes through transparency

And transparency through eyes.

Eyes are the peephole,

That led you see all inside


Glasshouse has shown me many things;

Reflection of my soul and yours,

Boundless possibilities and constraints.

Don't you get it still ?

It's both my safe place and war zone to thrill.

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