Smashing mirrors and reflecting on the carnage
These blades of glass mimic
The shattered dreams of the landscape
Falling forward in some pre-determined pattern
Enables the next pane to be installed
One after another
The procession continues
A hand reaches out
Its hollow grasp a constant reminder
The show must go on
Changing the world
Is no small feat
Every day walking
Putting one foot in front of the other
Realizing that in the end
All we have is our own to carry us forward
