I touch the glass with curiosity
Never has it been here before
Beyond I see the path
It continues without me
Right and left are choices
These paths don't have glass walls
Right is paved
Left is sand
Ahead is grass
I twist my toes to savor it
Behind I see my footsteps
I've traveled them once
Back is not my choice
But back I go
I pass my recent
Stop when I reach a distance
Run ahead
This is my choice
Gaining speed along the grass path
The glass comes into view
I thrust ahead, to my choice
I brace against the glass
Shards surround me
Bloody and sore I rise
Cooling the sores with my grass
I marvel at the path
Before me are legions
Behind me are miles
As I step forward
The glass is left behind in pieces
And the grass is cool on my feet