Trying to get some reactions of us. Trying to get some reflections on glass. Floating and hiding in artificial derelicts in plea of not being guilty. Utopia in so romantic moods, dystopia so dense and shatterproof. May these places stay the same, may we ever stay inane, running in circles because we are, in shatterproof glass we are. Floating and hiding in artificial derelicts, harmonious life without conflicts, utopias in blue and distant dreams, dystopia of controlled schemes. We are happy we are ignorant. We are lucky we are innocent. May these places stay the same. May we ever stay inane. Running in circles because we are in shatterproof glass we are. There‘s always someone who watches us. There‘s always someone who look for us. May these places stay the same, may we ever stay inane. Running in circles because we are. In shatterproof glass we are.