The Glass Horizon

Verse 1

There’s a fracture in the daylight tracing lines across my mind,

A quiet little omen of the truths we leave behind.

The world outside keeps turning like a wheel without a guide,

And I wonder if the meaning’s in the motion or the ride.

Verse 2

I hear echoes of a question drifting through the static air,

Something ancient, something simple, asking why we even care.

Every billboard on the skyline sells a version of the real,

But the price of understanding is the one they never deal.

Chorus

On the glass horizon,

Where the light breaks thin,

I can see the future

But I can’t step in.

On the glass horizon,

Where the truth runs deep,

I’m awake and watching

While the world’s asleep.

Verse 3

There’s a man beside the doorway with a map of what he’s lost,

Says he traded all his questions just to never count the cost.

And the children on the rooftop paint their shadows on the sky,

Trying hard to find the reason for the things we justify.

Bridge

And the walls keep rising,

Brick on silent brick.

Every fear I bury

Makes the mortar thick.

If I peel the layers,

Will I find a core,

Or just empty spaces

I’ve mistaken for more.

Final Chorus

On the glass horizon,

Where the daylight bends,

I can see the future

But it never ends.

On the glass horizon,

Where the cracks still gleam,

I’m a ghost of questions

Walking through a dream.