Mending the shattered pieces back together,
The pieces you left floating around.
I'm okay or maybe just under the weather.
I try to whisper but out comes not a sound...
Fading into thin air is the remains of what used to be
Dissolving into the swirls of time.
Grasping onto dear life, setting the inner me free.
Accepting it all, this is my prime.
A fresh breath of the future inhaled into this soul of mine
Yet strings of my heart cling to a rock
And I try and try to tell myself I'll be fine
And you know what? Maybe I will with the movement of the clock.