The house of glass sways precariously on a spire of dust, its elegance destined to end as fate tips its hand and the dust swells, shattering the glass. Though the narrator knows better, they remain captivated by this colossal failure, watching anxiously as inevitability takes its turn. To their surprise, fate gives them a horrific spin, awakening them inside the shattered house of glass, victims of their own inaction as their guilt crushes them.

1. House of Glass
In the gathering dark I see a house of glass
It teeters on a spire of dust
Swaying with a pendulums grace
It sways keeping time with its own destructive tune
I watched mesmerized by the coming atrocity
Beauties elegance will end
The path preordained, yet none stops their sway
Even myself, who knows better remains entranced
I stand captivated by this colossal failure
Fearfully anxious to see the moment fate tips its hand
And in all things eventuality takes its turn
Only this time a lesson would be learned
It was then fate gave us a horrific spin
To our surprise we awoke in the house of glass
Victims of our own inaction
As the dust swelled and glass shattered
Our guilt crushed us all
Wunschel
11/29/2004