Glimpses We have set out to lock eyes with another; What sin, then, are we about to commit?   It seems utterly futile to even imagine That we can make a faithless one our own.   We have turned ourselves into a lifeless statue, Hoping to melt a heart of stone.   We have waited upon ourselves for far too long; Now, we have set out to appease a destiny that has turned away.   Shattered into countless fragments long ago, We have stepped out into the breeze to seek some solace for the heart.   To cross this deep,