Fed on by vacant gazes,
a shining specimen against the glass,
I am a mind in waiting
at frosted windows.
Within this dome of the complacent
reigns the static buzz,
its welcomed chaos a beacon feigning comfort,
a garish beer sign on an empty night.
Behind glistening walls
the hollow beckons,
whispering echoes of desire to ravenous souls.
With glossy technicolor layers
to bundle beating need,
dizzy in their repetition,
the suited and the smiling turn each careful corner,
blissfully blind to the boundaries of glass castles.
Hammer-fisted, now I shatter,
letting each shard of the charade
pierce my color within,
and in the wake of my rebellion
sparkle facets of what was
as I dance to the naked symphony
of a life un-planned.