Broken Logic

borders drawn and refused entry

my thoughts limit themselves to their flawed counterparts

seeking answers from those who never question authority

hiding behind those who know the truth that they were merely told

wishing to be held one last time closely by someone they thought they loved

ink spills onto parchment and produces an image of long forgotten angst

smiles of hollow-headed individuals who speak in groups that never translate

portions of a broken mirror still reflect what we have yet to see

bloody fingers fumble through the mess that is organized at our ends

alliances with enemies to progress to a place that we find surreal

holding our hands out for payment and receiving just advice on how to live

smelling the acid that pours from our lips and poisons our process

holding our flag high while reciting an anthem to those below

promising that we are equal while explaining our differences

the blind will hear and the deaf will see

motors make noise and move the people forward

while all they wish to do is look back upon what they left behind

pay no attention to those who hate what you create for they do not understand original thoughts

hate has been around much too long and we must advance towards a better life

the stanzas end with a response that you never thought could be comprehended

broken down to your knees, you stand in the ruins of your collapsed dream

you smile at the skies with clouds that promise to bring relief in due time

though nothing can come close to the pain that you felt when you realized she was gone

take a star from the expanse and cast it behind your shoulder

follow the sun and lead yourself by the moon

smile no more and frown no less

we will all be together eventually

pieces of us will be reflected in broken mirrors

but we will be together

again