“The view from the glass is sparkling,
Everything shines and stands out,
The sound of joy echoes
And the cries of help drown.
The view from the glass is fun,
Where life flows like fluid,
And where there is abundance of chaos.
For in here, the night is always young.
The view from the glass is,
Never half empty, never half done.
It’s for those chasing shadows,
And those who are in search of some.”
He penned down his thoughts,
A glass in one hand, and a pen in another.
Draining the ink out of one,
And pouring his life into the other.
The view from the glass wins, while he surrenders.