Glass Box

Etching old familiar swirls

I marvel in my glory

Holding up glass fingertips

for they will tell my story

I've filled the walls surrounding me

with words I wish to say

I wish the walls would just collapse

so luck would come my way

I tap the glass and hear the clink

My home becoming rough

This glass box that I'm captured in

has always been enough

But what if I just long to go

escape these lucid walls

Lavish in the freedom when

the glass breaks and it falls

But I sit here, I'm dreaming

surrounded by the dust

Admiring my glass fingertips

I wish I was enough