In the Glasshouse

I can see myself
in a house of glass
there's no hope
there's no past
Standing to my middle
in a lake without pain
using my hands
controlling the waves
Is it time to wake up
or time to die
in the glasshouse
Above my head
there's a light so strong
a perfect blue sky
I'm all alone
Feeling so quiet
no sound no tears
you can't touch me
I'm feeling so clean