Is my mind like shatterglass,
Like scattered glass
That is spread upon the floor?
First I was cold,
And cruel,
And harsh,
But that one experience opened the door.

As I lay there,
Thinking my life wouldn't be spared,
My mind raced,
And devised a plan
Worthy only of the fox,
The spirit fox,
The icy fox,
The one whose riches could never be rare,
And right then and there
I left this world
For my first breath of Human air.

Was it so terrible
That I chose
This path that led me down a road,
One that was lined
With errors and flaws,
While I was confined
By rules and laws.

If my life had been wasted,
I would have known.
My heart's true light,
My heart's true flaws,
Either could have shown.
Yet I chose to be a half-breed of sorts,
One with friends
Who is still alone.