Living

So much to die for, not enough to live

Looking through the glass is where we see ourselves

Never realizing that even glass can be broken, no matter how thick

We look through the glass and see perfect lives

Lives lived in the gated communities, an abundance of wealth

But remember we only look

What life is worth living when we only look?

We should breakthrough...

All the debris will leave us with scars

Some permanent, some not

But well worth that sacrifice

That much is assured

So tell me now

Is it worth living life looking through the glass?