Machine of Life
The machine of life
test of our abilities
choose what makes us
what our fall will be
our relations the fuel
friends the oil that keeps us pumping
mean people push our buttons
to cause trouble in the system to make
us as people sharp and rough
Support the band-aid
confidence the supplement
within each of us the key to prosper
all doors are right for the key
people push us to discover our own key
inspire in others the drive to find oneself
like others for whom they are
your friends push you to your best
life reminds us we are but cogs in a machine which
depends on the community we share
on a daily basis as
it will never go away
experience the manic possibilities which
makes life so interesting to
us as we delve and explore
who we are and choose who
we are with
are we so different from the people around us
if a person is fake with you
you are looking at a mere projection
don't belittle this person however
hate is the destroyer of possibility
your instincts wont lie a
friend is always a friend
a projection still holds truth
little can hide even when secrets
are swept under the rug of distraction
they burn a hole in ones soul
truly these secrets we hold are apart of us
your choice to hide it is like silencing a
friend who only wishes to remind you of your beginning
Family is the foundation
is yours one of sand or stone
the chances we get can determine what happens
most of our lives however is left to chance
important people must be kept close because any-
thing can tear your world apart however
even when a twister threatens you
if your relations are strong
they're the carpenters which will build your house stronger
not having a network forces those who aren't
related in anyway to join each other's world for the better or worse
To truly understand one another
trust must be developed and mutuality establishes
others shoes fit differently
you never know about the holes or stones
must you experience what another has
first things first is to be one with you
trust yourself and your actions
yourself is the sometimes the hardest person to get to know
Separate people are but separate pieces of the puzzle
we need one another to make one part of a picture
are there only one set of pieces one can join
only people who drive you
pieces in a machine
of the many pieces however
the picture become anew
full sections become unique with other people
picture your life with people who weren't destiny beauty still resides
damaged is but a word for something that is different
goods are but a way to describe an opinion
are damages bad or are they opportunities
sometimes the only way to make anything better is damage
the strongest metals are burned in the hottest flames
most are afraid of the head
treasured is not a quality but how someone sees it
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