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
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