Don't fix what isn't broken Can't fix what never existed
This was a spurr of the moment write that isn't based off of anything (currently) happening in my life. It is a thought I've been examining within myself and in my relationships with others.
How do you measure What can't be seen The heart of a man The in of between The conscience that follows When something's done wrong How do you measure The depth of a poem
How do you measure The day you must face If it's taken for granted If it's given in grace Or measure a seed That has yet to show growth How do you measure What you do not know
How do you measure The hour before late The width of a shoulder Where a tear is laid The inkling of an idea The moment it's made How do you measure Love before it's given away
How do you measure The chill of the wind The guilt of the pleasure That comes from within The sliver of light Before the sun has it's say How do you measure The end of the day
I've sold my soul to you this month thinking all the past will be forgot, instead I've found myself with tears on cheeks and you looking like a fool at me.