Under The Glass

A narrative about two people lying under the stars, wondering what the purpose of life really is. One person is telling the other their opinion on the matter.

Things are so fragile

under the glass

I stare upwards

as a shooting star goes past.

We are all so small.

In the universe,

we may really mean nothing at all.

There are so many other things

than you and me.

Look up, don’t you see?

There is so much out there.

We lie on our backs,

under the glass.

What would happen if it cracked?

It is so fragile.

I’m just wondering.

Correct me if I am not right,

but isn’t that one of our plights?

What if the glass was to break?

What would become of you and I?

We would be shattered,

but there would still be the sky.

The stars. The galaxies.

Our job is not to change the things around us,

but to let them change us.

We lie on our backs,

under the glass.

Let’s wait for another shooting star goes past.

Let’s be happy, and love, and laugh,

as we lie together,

under the glass.

Author's Note

I am open to any kind of criticism, harsh or otherwise. We need criticism in order to grow and become better at what we do. If you have any questions about this poem, or any of my poems, or any questions about me in general, feel free to ask me.