I look out in the night to see what was glowing so bright,
             Thy reflection turned to a light blue and I started to dream,
             Things that wouldn't be allowed to mean a thing,
             Trying to step through something that clouded my brain,
             It held me so high I thought I might die,
             Why have you started to be not so bright?
             Made mine feel like it was about to break,
             Falling and crying I laid glaring at that great space,
             Knowing I was intoxicated I made myself
             Just alone in this little case that was held by my vase,
             Thoughts were running through my head,
             Each piece meant something so special,
             Needing to place each piece back into my life,
             ...