A Glass Bottle

A life in a bottle is smashed upon the sidewalk.
The essence of freedom found so suddenly.
The life set free is forced to live,
As a parade of ants marches by.

You turned from me like a rose before winter.
Frost glazed your eyes in the shadows of a poorly lit room.
I needed not your redemption, my crime is none.
I am the murderer of a life in glass.

I do not regret setting free the pale white leaves.
In the earth they will find green.
Escaped from this chorus of wails,
This life can breathe, and know death.

In reflection I see myself as water.
My paths are my own.
I suffocate at the bottom of a lake, and I see the bottle.
It passes by me, and I know it by its true name.

Assault on a crystal world,
I bring destruction, I bring renewal.
This brittle web that surrounds us, it isn’t mighty.
Beat upon the strands, and see lies crumble.

Cities, worlds, walls, and words all make mud.
A vast swamp we fight to traverse.
When the sun dries our path we may walk.
There the glass bottle cannot exist.

I see a tree from the life I freed.
The shards of imprisonment lie at the roots.
The roots dig deep into life, and leave the artificial.
A multitude of silent birds make this their new home.

I see all things fall to tears.
By this covenant of water they are freed.
The glass that held them was only an illusion.
Unlearn everything and you shall find truth.

Kaakermi tehofi eaenhiv segndai arheit amiybi ouryi ordwi tehllai higstin segreai ademi newaika.