Hillary's Sweet Sixteen

I shot an arrow into the glass, My arrow broke the glass held fast It was but glass not hardened steel; It did not break It did not yield. Had I imagined or was it a feeling? This wall this door this transparent ceiling. I couldn't see it but I know it's there, It blocked my ascension into the hemisphere. Nothing would stop me I'd made a choice, I'd break this glass, I'd raise my voice. I'd scream until this glass was shattered, Not just for me, but all those that mattered. I’d use an arrow made of tungsten steel, I'd try again it if was real. This wall this door this transparent ceiling. Like a barrier an obstacle, an empty feeling. I couldn't see it but I know it's there, It blocked my ascension into the hemisphere. I shot an arrow into the glass, My arrow broke the glass at last.