The world is a forest of snow globes,
Each globe a prison
Each person a prisoner.
So near yet so far.
Our small worlds are shaken often
Yet we cannot share our pain.
The glass prevents our words from escaping
And they echo perpetually
As the snow falls.
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Sometimes it really does feel like we’re all living in our own globes/bubbles.
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Yeah, it sure does.
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