The Glass Wall

Transparent is the wall so effectively constructed to keep me in. My eyes can capture what is beyond this towering circle of crystal and glass. But, now, seeing for me is no longer enough to appease the ever growing desire to roam. As I peer through the barrier separating this world I call my existence and the world I want so badly to experience, I feel all pressures of good society saying their quaint little sayings that are as empty and hollow as the space in my soul. For me, contentment has long passed away and restlessness is now dominant in every facet of my life. To look through the glass, to see beyond the glass, to see the so ordinary leaf attached to the so ordinary tree. To be able to touch the glass that is touching the leaf, but still not attaining the texture of the leaf its self. Utter torment this is to be so close to freedom, yet it would matter not if it were worlds away. Far in the distance I see a narrowing road, this is the road that will one day carry me to the desires of my heart. I pray all forces of nature will crash down on this pitiful little existence shattering the glass prison to set me free, free into a world with no boundaries or limitations that are not of my own choosing.