Glass

The glass 

It shuts me in 

I find myself dazing

Out of it

Looking at the hills, 

The clouds, 

And that fresh air

I can almost taste 

From where I'm sitting

Then I hear my name

And come back to reality

Except I can’t resist 

Thinking about how 

I wish I were

Those birds

That aren't trapped 

In by glass

But are free

As soon as that bell rings 

I get to walk home 

And the glass can’t

Hold me back