We walk; weighted across the brittle back of the world.
Somewhere between the dirt that is dust in the air,
And footprints that linger longer that our shadows at dusk
A story is being unfurled.
A story of a seed that was you and me,
Birthed, born beautifully,
Yet still flawed from fertility
The Fates shake when they paint pictures of predictions
We've always perceived as non-fiction
But in fact; it's our mission
to imagine and dream.
Build upon what we've already been,
To become what we're meant to be.
Come see the cosmos of collected consciousness
That creates an individuals mind body and soul.
This is your tale so tell me how it's told.
Are you burdened with baggage that came like a birth-right?
Are you angry n' hostile, every day dawns like a fist fight,
Where you fight only yourself?
Struggle, smothered by material wealth,
Lost in the dark n' crying for help?
That's all of us. That's everyone.
Eerily it resembles my own,
We're all a stitch in fabric sewn
of family, friends and lovers,
strangers, enemies and others.
We’re all a rip in the fabric too
Torn out from within ourselves
Leaving a hole the size of confusion.
And we’ll never patch it up.
It’s part of who we are.
Flawed from fertility
But birthed, born beautifully…

This world runs on ones and zeroes,
Decorated by  smoke n' mirrors,
Mirrors; reflecting the hopes and fears.
Smoke; that’s the obstacles, obstruction, the obtrusion.
The tools used by self-destruction, self-delusion.
A reminder; this body is mine,
This temple is built just fine.
But all construction ends in due time.
At the number we expire
So for the moment I do what I **** well want, please or desire.
Cause I love to play with fire.
Know nothing that gets me higher.
It's not even the way it looks or dances,
Im possessed by the touch, that feel,
The heat of chances, the burn of bad luck
And
The blisters that remind me that I heal.
He said that’s what people do,
We go off, on, off, on until the end of infinity,
Just like the two digits repeating.
Zero and one,  whole and none.
Told me binary defined entirety
But numbers don’t reside inside of me.
Like anyone else I’ve just got the message, the virus, the word
It’s been spoken, spat and spun
Rarely is it caught, got or heard.
But I figured out why, he said figures fill up the skies
When I looked up and why did I spy with my little eye?
Each night I see less star light
I remembered;
Stars light, Stars bright, first star I see tonight,
I wish I may I wish I might
Have the wish I wished that night,
The will to fight, the means to win
Give me childhood all over again,
So I can make the same mistakes twice,
Given the chance I’d make ‘em a third and a forth
Everytime I scratch I increase in worth.
Though only given one birth,
One chance to play with flames like they’re stars ablaze
Before zero; the end of time,
Even the magic held by that nursery rhyme
Cant match the reason, time presses on and
That moment between is all we’re given
And at some points you’ll think you’re doing it wrong,
Listen when I say carry on.
Because even if the world can be represented
by the two numbers he presented,
Time spent playing with fire is never regretted
You don’t forget it.

When she entered the room, it was the same way a song gets stuck in your head.
Dressed like a new born nebula, blooming from a blossom few saw flourish.
She wore a gown the hue of Heart-Break and Deepest Desire.
It looked a lot like Comfortable Misery.
The same Comfortable Misery she slid over her skin, day out, day in.
But the rhythm to which she moved was Romance.
She looked like every valentine card ever bought but never sent, lost chance.
She never had a secret admirer, only the secrets.
Never sent is never seen but if you could’ve known what it would've been if she'd been able to dance barefoot without stepping on shards of her broken heart.
Each piece a jagged reminder of another side-winder hidden in the sands of days gone by.
She promised herself just one night she wont cry, one night that she'll close her eyes and finally realize
She's beautiful.
Realize that she's spinning to the music played by Dreams and dancing in the darkness of Destiny is all she’ll ever need.
If she slow danced to one more moment, she can preserve it, hold it,
until the times when she forgets how much she meant to me.
She'll remember the song, and the grace, bringing her back to this time and place
where she wears her features and flaws like medals and scars.
Some she'll tell you about while she weaves her words 'round you, holding you close in a story that makes you want to rewrite your own tale;
Triumph or fail.
Others, she wont tell.
The memory itself hurts like hell, so if just the thought of sharing is scaring her to the bone.
You’ll never hear about the girl you’ve never known.
She doesnt want to dance alone.
But that’s all there is,
a tiny dance floor called Life to call her own.
Nothing less and nothing more,
So she makes her hips sway,
Taking your eyes away from Ideas to Feelings,
She’s erratic, not ****** in her motion,
She makes Love feel like a puddle compared to an ocean.
And she just doesn’t want to dance alone anymore,
Yet she’s left like tears again on a cold stone floor
In the dark basement she calls existence.
And in this instance, she needs to see sunlight,
to see a sun that’s up at dawn every day and only dims at dusk,
Because for all things rest is a must.
So for a few quick steps we tripped the light fantastic,
and she did not dance alone.
She had a throne fit for the queen she is,
She was held through the night while tears trailed down her cheeks,
While she said that she never wanted to weep,
Because it made her feel so weak.
It’s like the tears trickled from her soul,
Draining her before her story had ever been told,
Before her flesh grew old and her hairs turned grey,
Before she felt she’d truly really had a good day.
But then she smiled,
And she said so sweetly that,
No matter how neatly she’d try to put the world into white and black,
She always had that one strange night she could come back, where her confusion calmed
To little more than a breeze she felt tickle across her heart.
And all it took was that one
slow
dance
That kept her world from falling apart.