Staring at me now,
Through golden platted glass,
Wondering how,
I could get you to surpass,
Through this infrangible window,
That separates our mortalities,
If only you could see too,
Our different sense of realities,
Are not as far apart,
But in different views of art,
Take a step out of your discomfort,
And peek into my world,
I'll have you in brief comfort
But to maintain my word in rest,
I'll have to vaguely suggest,
You can always reach the skies,
You'll just have to stop once in a while,
And give it a try .
