The way the beams penetrate me to my core My reflections of such that dance around atmosphere Elegantly doing nothing Everybody can look Place your pieces in Whatever you need impress society But beauty only last so long Until a gust wind blows direction pressure sends crackling down crash comes and breaks into shards Sharp Unequal unbalanced Broken million I beg not pick up edges are sharp I’m prepared cut never wanted be twisted openly vulnerable what one do besides for some glue And piece back together.