What could you do differently?

The goal is to make you feel,

A feeling of worrying less,

Lessening the need to hide,

Hidden behind the glass,

See through glass with ice,

Sometimes it’s a shot, no ice,

When there’s ice, she lays waiting,

She makes the world frigid,

Even poison runs beneath,

And the chaser hugs them all,

But you can’t hug them all,

And to want leaves you beneath,

Feeling so much I’m numb frigid,

That’s why I’m waiting,

Burning everything even if I’m ice,

Transparent yet confusing the ice,

You don’t need drinks in a glass,

You can’t really hide,

Everyday you’re more and less,

The drinks that make you feel…