Layers of separation,
on the outside looking in.
Trying to forge new paths
but finding only
long corridors, glass walls.
I can see it all,
but there's a blockage.
I'm so close to a breakthrough;
I'm not afraid of shattered glass.
Something always holds me back.
There's beauty in the longing,
inspiration in the beauty.
I'm not meant to reach the end,
not yet.
Waiting for the right time
to shatter the glass.
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