The glass lake

The surface of the water looks like glass
Like I could walk on it Glide on it on my back and
Starr in the sky, at the grey heavy clouds
The surface around you feels like glass
I cannot be around it, it push me away
And still draw me towards you
I look at the lake through the window of the train
Look at the water surface with pain in my eyes
No tears
Rest my eyes on the glass lake

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