Saturday, November 22, 2008

Through the Looking-Glass

Feeling as though I'm going through the looking-glass
What am I seeing?
Do you see what I see?
I put my hand to the glass
Your hands mirror my action
Though I can see your fingers touching mine,
They feel as cold as the glass they are behind
We don't wear masks,
But we put up these walls of glass
Why are they so hard to break?
I can see you
Your heart is visible through the pane
But all I do seems in vain
There's no touching you

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