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#125.

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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