People stare through the glass looking into the light that they can't reach.
They stand there, their whole life wanting to break the glass window.
Wanting to be in the warmth, wanting to feel as if they matter, Wanting Not to want any more but to have.
Only several people get through to this light.
They find a way through the glass leaving everyone else behind. Not showing them the way.
While those who stand there crying to be let in, they imagine what it would be like to be in the light.
All of them want to be there but not all will get there. Some will come and some will stay.
They might never reach the light. They will always want.
And never break through the window.