On the wrong side of glass

25/04/08
On the wrong side of glass (by Ahmad Babar):
Being burnt by the sun rays
Only been a few miles but I have lost my way
Every corner leads to a dead end
Every turn has the same bend
i fall down on my knees looking for some support
Trying to figure out the words I once wrote
There's not a single cloud in sight
And no signs of a forthcoming cold night
My feet have boils, my knees scraped
To slice my throat I long for a blade
A voice inside of me tells me to have faith
And to leave the rest to fate
Laying on the ground I stare at the sun
Wondering what more is to come
My body's been reduced to a pile of bones and skin
And I have lost "me" deep within
I close my eyes and see lush green grass
But I am stuck on the wrong side of the glass
It is just a few inches thick
But more torturous then a wall of bricks
I can see all that I long for on the other side
But I am stuck here, even though I tried
Opening my eyes I see light
An urge comes up to once again fight
What will now happen is another story
Will I turn to dust or bask in glory?