You're behind bars of glass
glass that's been smashed from time that's passed,
glass that's fallen to dusk and is no more than broken
No more broken than your heart of fragile ivory
a strong material - but
a material that's been hit and crushed
yet somehow manages to repair itself
Everything's broken and the vehicle you're driving
is not a car, or a plane or a vehicle at all
but you've gone down the wrong road some how
And you've crashed.
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 3:31 PM UTC
You're behind bars of glass
glass that's been smashed from time that's passed,
glass that's fallen to dusk and is no more than broken
No more broken than your heart of fragile ivory
a strong material - but
a material that's been hit and crushed
yet somehow manages to repair itself
Everything's broken and the vehicle you're driving
is not a car, or a plane or a vehicle at all
but you've gone down the wrong road some how
And you've crashed.
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