FROSTED GLASS
You see partially through it
And think you’ve got it figured out
You can really only see what I allow
And you think you’ve got the full picture
It’s called frosted glass
Yeah it’s a glass house
And you shouldn’t throw stones
But at the end of the day
You never see a complete image
You’re not allowed to
And there’s a reason for this
If everything was so easily seen from the outside
You’d never be motivated to come inside
You would form your premature conclusions
And never truly investigate for yourself
There’s so much damage in that
On the other side of this
My view will always be partially clear
It’s like I see enough to quench my thirst
But never want to go beyond my front door
Why, when there’s a whole world to experience
Am I afraid of what will greet me on the other side
This feeling is far from new
This whole time I thought I was protecting myself
When I was really obstructing my own view
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