The crowd, all reaching for the sky,
We looked up and saw a glass ceiling above us all.
Beyond the glass the sun shined the brightest.
Beyond the beams holding tight, the air was the purist.
Freedom was the breeze that could only slip through the bricks.
No matter how far we reached, we could never touch the ceiling.
No matter how hard we pushed, the glass would never break.
No matter how strong we were, the beams simply never gave.
In acceptance, we began to admire the glass.
From where we stood now we could see the job of the beams,
With the idea of a billion bricks in support of a building.
All of us reaching for each other instead of the sky,
With encouraging pushes from a united intention,
We could climb and touch the ceiling.
We could finally steer the beams.
We could easily break the glass.
A billion bricks in unison
Could bring down an entire ceiling.
Vexx: Chris Toon