The glass in which eyes peer Not warped but slightly cracked Weather worn smooth Comforts of home Restraining sets us free That blurry world seams less simple Once the world is almost Close Too close Very painful Take it and run Sit and stair at the wall See the mound of paint Things are complex only for a while Forget about it Relaxation come in handy Though it came late To have and to loose is better Than to ever have at all.