Flying through a world of broken dreams,
Broken promises still whispering in my ears.
Morning screams from a broken coffee cup,
Broken hopes lying shattered within my mind.

Even nothing is so broken I can imagine it,
Broken heart still beating in wondrous thumps.
Peeking through a broken keyhole that never opens,
Broken comfortable bed that doesn't fit anymore.

Drove downtown last night on broken roads,
Broken smiles greeted me in the bar.
Walked home because gas pump was broken,
Broken house welcomed me.

So here I sit a broken man,
Broken memories that heal no more.
Wishing for something better than broken,
Broken everything all around.

Copyright © 2015 Robert William Gruhn