World of Glass

Inherent in a world of glass
Are shards that cut
And wounds that bleed fast
This globe grinds around its axis
Painful hours constitute baneful days
There is a movement amongst the young
Who look to the frontiers of the sky
"The celestial lights must hold some answers
To our terrible plight"
And some who have seen many years
Look within for the answer
"There is a thing, that which is iward
That cannot be cut as flesh is cut.
Journey to the furthest reaches of space
You will not escape your mortality
The outer layer crumbles
Just as glass shatters"