This Glass Life Soon Shatters

Success, to me,

Is being free.

But maybe I’m naïve

Maybe I’m just a child

Playing foolish games of make believe.


And perhaps it’s just a fantasy

To want to take care of my family;

Or wash away this pain,

Heal all these wounds -

And start again.


But dreams are all I have

When all the world is torn and tattered.

And my dreams are all the matters,

Because this glass life will soon shatter.


So I hope for better days

Even though, to us

They seem estranged.


And I pray for a lease of life.


Or if nothing else . . .

Just a peaceful night.