I look up to the sky and remember a time of innocence,
I hear the sea and remember a time of freedom,
I smell a flower and remember a time of beauty,
I touch the sand and remember a time of warmth.
All these sensations creating feelings of a time once lost,
What has changed? What is missing? What am I not seeing?
I search for this time from inside the goldfish bowl,
Looking out at a world that seems to miss the point too.
I look to the mind and begin removing the pieces of glass,
When each piece is removed it simply disappears,
Some pieces seem so deep they can\'t be moved,
I realize its the goldfish bowl that needs to shattered.
I start to let go of the fact I\'m trapped inside,
I start to surrender to my surroundings,
I start to accept the situation,
I start to forgive myself for where I am.
I begin to learn to fly again,
I move but I can still feel the last pieces of glass,
I start to shift from looking at the glass to seeing through it,
I go from hearing problems to seeing forgiveness.
The bowl begins to crack, my senses begin to come alive,
I look past judgment and find I\'m surrounded by children,
I realize I am still that child and nothing ever did change,
The bowl shatters and the mind goes blank.
I was never really inside the bowl but the bowl itself and everything inside,
It was the reflection in the glass I feared,
I realize the pieces of glass in my mind were there so I could trap myself,
I let go into not knowing, control falls away,
All that\'s left is that innocence, freedom, beauty and warmth.