Sometimes, I dream.

I dream about what may seem.

My endless musings of the outside, when I am confined.

Will the world go on as I die, my homebound soul left behind?

These snowflakes flutter like glass, a cage

Will I be within great glass until the end of the age?

My dear Emily and I, we had such an agenda!

We'd leave this humble town, off to the city of Menda!

But fate had other plans, and responsibilities amass.

When will we leave this cage of great glass?


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