From outside, inside is refreshing
From outside, inside is calming
From outside, inside is perfect
From outside, one thinks everything will be alright
Sadly inside is burning
Sadly inside is uncomfortable
Inside makes one feel trapped
Inside, one minute seems like an hour
Living in the world today is living in a glasshouse
It somehow stores living source
But the soul still desires to leave in the outside world
Inside is no better than outside
Living in a glasshouse is seen by everyone
Nothing to hide. Nothing is real
Fake, pretending to be okay is key
It’s not a life.
Not. at. All
