Question:
Can someone interpret this poem for me?
In everybody??s face I see the faces of the enemy
Battles waged on fronts unseen, attacks only known to me
Behind this wall of glass I??ve stayed waiting for the war to fade
Each and every brick of glass a repetitive of my past.
But now there??s something that I see, the wall is too high I can not break free
For now the war is far long gone, known only now in pink??s songs
And the wall that is mentioned there serves now only as a snare.
To distance ones beyond its gleam. From seceding in reaching me.
For many months I sat alone. Trying to move theses heavy glass stones.
In till that one came along. A white rabbit of my own.
To show me the way to get past my self imposed looking glass
And now that I??m out I plan, to venture forth to wonderland.
But what lies between there and here, is a land I??ve never gone near.
One of emotions both joy and pain. And through this trip I hope to gain.
A life beyond the walls protection, and perhaps one of affection.
Additional Details2 months ago
In everybody??s face I see the faces of the enemy
Battles waged on fronts unseen, attacks only known to me
Behind this wall of glass I??ve stayed waiting for the war to fade
Each and every brick of glass a repetitive of my past.
But now there??s something that I see, the wall is too high I can not break free
For now the war is far long gone, known only now in pink??s songs
And the wall that is mentioned there serves now only as a snare.
To distance ones beyond its gleam. From seceding in reaching me.
For many months I sat alone. Trying to move theses heavy glass stones.
In till that one came along. A white rabbit of my own.
To show me the way to get past my self imposed looking glass
And now that I??m out I plan, to venture forth to wonderland.
But what lies between there and here, is a land I??ve never gone near.
One of emotions both joy and pain. And through this trip I hope to gain.
A life beyond the walls protection, and perhaps one of affection.
(C)
2 months ago
by the way I'm the author.
Best Answer - Chosen by Asker:
It's a poem about people who are willing to do your homework for ten meaningless points.