Take a look at the glass.
Splitting, turning to shards,
Excited to dive onto the
Unyielding brick beneath.
Seamless a moment before,
The future was decided by
A sprightly rock, shooting,
Into what was thought to be
An unmistakably open window.
Gaining the attention of one,
Blanketed in ghastly shock.
Now time cannot be reversed.
Plan of a midnight outing,
Postponed until better odds.