You are the vase on the edge of the table
Falling down at minimal action at anytime
and there is no enough glue available
to fix the million fragments you'd become
You are the drug overdose
And the only antidote
Swinging to each extreme dose
Intoxicating then catching falls
We are a puzzle of mismatching parts
Failing to show what we must portray
We're on a journey of intertwined paths
With a broken compass to guide the way
Peace endeavors gone with the wind
Never stop the impending storm
Boiling blood under frozen skin
Will never keep our hearts warm
And so we wait
We wait for life
For the new season to overlap
as the old one fades
For the clock to whirl
At a faster pace
For love to show
in a tight embrace
For tragedy to wear off
the angel's face
~Epic Monkey