Reflected by the the world around it yet, no substance of its own
Laid by a foundation of anticipation, yet true apathy is, always shown
Cut to the quick, yet quick to cut, but too shallow for, any wounds to last
It's always tough but, not nearly enough,
to live in a temple of glass
Seems to be clear but, always obscure,
I've seen this type before
You never know, will they come? will they go?
always, a revolving door
To be fair, it's hard to bare, the weight of a structure, You know won't last
But untill we stumble,
Our world starts to tumble,
We we never be free, we will never break
we will always live
In this, magnificent temple of glass
©despair
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