behind glass

to live life

in a glass box

a kind of prism 

kind of an odd schism 

the ecclesiastical kind

kind of non-aligned

hmm...

yeah, sometimes I think 

I'm only writing for me, 

but I'm not, to a degree

I'm writing for you, yeah you

stranger behind a screen

now what does that mean

hmm....

sort of uncomfortable

you say, for both you and I 

I wonder why, yeah I wonder why

hmm...

I wonder what you see 

when you look inside of me

my life, my heart, my soul

I've carved out a hole,
a window into my mind.
I wonder what you find

when you look in.

hmm....

self obsessed? 

yeah I confess,
I am a bit 

too caught up 

in the mystery of me

to really see, 

what exists on the outside.