Picking up an old experiment

You are the essence of transparent glass to me. Smooth, cool, pleasant to touch, more nuanced in surface than many would note, but there is a reason birds fly into windows; they can't see that which seperates them from what they do see. The Red Rider BB Gun is right there, but forever out of reach, forever seperate from those who want it desperately. A boundary that most don't see, or don't think of passing, is still a boundary as experienced. I'd rather look out than look in, but I don't know how to change perspective without tossing stones, and that seems counterproductive.