Dance on Glass (A History Lesson)

It’s a world made of glass…
…An accident.
The sands of time,
Struck by lightning
Meant to temper steel.
And I’m here breathing
Shards of magic
Making up the souls

I sat on the edge
Shattered Himalayas
I sliced my skin
On something
Onlookers thought was ice

--Its glass!--

And fools reflection
Oceanic
Boasting coast to coast
But rarely clear
Its not you here
Its simply beaches
Heated
-Its all glass

Eggshells have been more pleasant
For the walking
Than these hills
They roll and rise
To untrained eyes
They look alive
They’re glass

And we are scratches
On the surface
Hardly worth a second glance
We just assume
That it’s the moon
Who gave us half a chance
But it’s the blower
-Glass, not wind-
That set you in this trance
He gave you minds of diamonds
Instead of feet to dance