Glass in the Eyes

Though I be framed in a portrait, I still see you looking. As the glass is over my eyes, so you stand over me. I lay here trapped forever, behind my glass cage. It's a thick layer of ice, that fogs my vision. As long as I'm here I'll watch. My eyes are glazed over, but I'm not dead. There's a truth that can't be found in our modern world unless we first become something else.