Standing alone in a room you fabricate
Lost in a timeless time,each and every day
Surrounded by the walls you create
As the strands of a sanuty fray

Staring at a mirrow to see yourself standing tall
The touch of glass,cold to feel
Your reflection tells all
Do you know wich is real?

Looking beyond the reflection of your sadness
Wishing to wander and retire
Pushing against the glass of your sadness
Realizing you can only desire