glass houses

My wings dig deeper than my roots
My soul is made of glass
I don't know how to hold shape
I don't know how to last

Anything familiar lies beyond my grasp
My fingers never can hold fast
My heart is grounded on the wind
I don't know how to stick around

I'm always shattering
Im always melting down

Find myself someplace strange
Only recognize the things that change

and when I'm brittle and cold
and when I awake rearranged

Older and green again