Once Upon a Time on Myspace September 16th, 2009

Glass Clothes

a cloud in the sky descending on the masses
coating them in glass
not in harm
not in vice
but in simple protection
a covering against the rain
the breath
but a fragile protection
easily shattered by the chuck of a rock
the snap of a pipe
it is not unbreakable
but it lets us see
we can still hear
but others do not like it
they forge out of their hands
steal cloaks
that cover there eyes
it blocks the insights
it blocks the feelings
it blocks the outlooks
of everyone else,
it makes you hard
you can only hear the faint sounds of the gentle voices
garbled into something nasty
you are impenetrable
and destructive
the weight it puts on your shoulders
makes you crash down and push through the glass covered masses,
and you break them
you destroy them
and they are fearful to ever come out on a hail strewn night again
this is the end
the end of momentum
the end of progress
we all sit in our caves,
or behind our coverings,
and we lie,
and we cry
and we die,
and we never really experience the joys life has to offer,
all because we couldn't keep from breaking the glass,
the fragile glass
that blocked out the rain.