I woke up with glass in my eye.
The sandman's sand had vitrified
By the flow of my hot tears.
And the clay that had been my skin
Was hard and cold as porcelain,
Frozen by fears come true.

And it's too late for me,
But maybe
Someone a little back in the pack
Of time and moving forward
Can see and be set free.
Don't look back.

Back is here.
The future is too,
Staring into time
Will blind you.
Just look at the people you love.
Don't get down.
Don't get above your raising,
But let your fate carry you,
Sweep you into a place you don't strive,
A place where love makes you feel alive.
Stay supple and green,
Like bamboo,
Then your glassy eye can see
What to do now,
And not the stack
Of should've beens.
Don't look back.

- jenn