The Glass Ceiling ----------Clear as day ----------Can be hard to find ----------Without passing it by ----------and getting stuck in mud. Little glass ornament forgotten December 26th The Christmas tree fell, shattered it straight through. Rolling out of the house and into the grass It fell over my eyes and made me watch from afar. By now I’ve lost all feeling in my heart for this. The small hole in the ceiling keeps emanating voices, it’s sinister. I damn all below, I damn all around! My senses focus through this charming gateway of desire To which I rush home from work everyday So that I may raise myself close again to my addiction, To my indulgence, to my fourth necessity, to my Common Western Way. I’ve become a panicking man falling backwards in the gaseous sky, the salmon backdrop that shows no pity towards its children. ----------Clear as day ----------Can be rough defined ----------When you need something to hang on to ----------But your hand can't reach through the wall. ----------The last ceiling between me and the world ----------The glass ceiling between me and my aspiration.
