I Am Glass

It’s a cold one out there
Brass monkeys
Biting, like a bitch in heat
Imagine sleeping out in that
Lying on the cold stone
Just a sheet of a cardboard box
Between you and the devil
And the wind cuts right through you
It’s no place to be old
Can you joke about such a thing
Can you choke on wishful words
Wanting to change but doing
Absolutely nothing 
I am glass
Reflective and invisible 
You see through me 
I wanted to
Say something, something
That mattered 
Through a medium
That cared
Is that enough
Or am I happy in my ivory tower
My castle keep