You're living behind a glass mask
Telling time has become a task.
The hands tick by and around
I can feel you on the ground.
Hand within my hand
I scoop up all the grains of sand
Looking for a pearl of wisdom
Accepting of your thralldom.
I fashioned a key from your sadness
It turns but it does not open this,
Door of foreboding imprisonment;
Let me free from this internment.
I crave a lake of purity
To distract me from surety.
Instead I live behind a glass mask;
Justifying the drawing of breath,
Not so easy a task.
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