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A Broken Reassembled


Descend slowly Float here or there Dropping from the known And leaving completely bare Waving at the open space The sights you gaze Foreign territory Through the heavy rays Heat moves forward Trying to take the spotlight Giving into the sweet temptation Rolling into a shining night Who have I become Through bonds and promises made But growing uncertainty Just trying to persuade My mind a confident way My heart eases to a different threshold Confusion moves in waves I don’t want to be controlled Controlled by the winds moving past The sun beating down the body of mine Moving me in unwanted ways Paths of curved lines Where have I landed In a field so unknown Blown within a space of time Can this be overthrown? Beating in They try to distract My mind wavers but returns So that I myself may be intact The days roll through the hills And all attempts to intervene Focus lies on growth Within all endured and seen Years float through Becoming self-assured Growing in a complex way Becoming my own mature Drifted off the path of myself Into unknown lands afar within a simple glance Fighting my way through thorn brush Just for a sight at a second chance When standing in the mist of reassembling Myself broken to a shred Torn apart to becoming glued into one Moving and understanding slowly drift myself ahead The journey with not an end Though my story continues ahead Interruptions toned out of my path Living my life only and not those of the roaming dead
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