The glass upon my window breaks
Comes crashing to the floor
Much like my life
It's broken into pieces
Like the shattered glass
Each sharp side, each point
Has it's own story
Its own way of forming

A life I once knew
Is now like the window in my bedroom
Broken, pointless, useless
Its structure
All fell apart

But, now I have realized
The beauty of it all
What I must do now is not
Pick up the pieces
And put them back together
Now I must find something better
Something structured
Something more-me
And like the window in my bedroom
I must find a new window
A new window to replace the old one
A new life that is something real.