What is your dream
What does it mean
A piece of your past
A mirror with a crack
A broken glass cut my hand
The shards made a sea
As I stared my feet
It fascinated me
I could stop, I couldn't unsee
I didn't want to enjoy
I felt that I had no choice
A broken glass held your dreams
Sanctimony
In your sin you find peace
It fell onto the floor
This piece that once was yours
But somehow it is more
Than what it was before
It's now imbedded in
Somewhere under skin
What do you want
Your bath has been drawn
You can wash all this off
Just don't make me watch
A broken glass washed down the drain
In that moment you prayed
It would all go away