This Heart is made of glass

This Heart is made of glass
Or so you wished to say
Standing at the edge of the meadow
This man was wishing to stray
For far in the distance
He saw a door
And how restlessly it swayed
He continued to stand in the distance
In his head—he thought he was betrayed
But the one thing that he could never see was the reality of the game
So this man thought that surly he had been betrayed
He was promised greater things
This heart is made of glass he though
it could not longer take this ache
Through that door- he could bolt
He could not live that way
He imagined his life would be stroked with the very colors of passion
Yet this meadow was gray
In the distance he thought he saw a door
And in his head how restlessly it has swayed.