I am a System
A collective combination
Of parts
And machinery
Crafted and molded
For the purpose of
Survival.
I am a System
Comprised of tools
Pieces and parts
Intertwining and weaving
Like the webs of a spider.
With my hands I craft;
With my lips I speak.
Trying my best to make sense of my thoughts,
Formulating my mind
Just to be okay with the things
I feel.
And I pulse
Like the beating of
The black hole’s music
And wobbles of the universe.
I am,
I will be,
And in the end,
The fears will have been snuffed out
And only I shall remain
As the collective machine
I was born
To be.
Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 7:09 PM UTC
I am a System
A collective combination
Of parts
And machinery
Crafted and molded
For the purpose of
Survival.
I am a System
Comprised of tools
Pieces and parts
Intertwining and weaving
Like the webs of a spider.
With my hands I craft;
With my lips I speak.
Trying my best to make sense of my thoughts,
Formulating my mind
Just to be okay with the things
I feel.
And I pulse
Like the beating of
The black hole’s music
And wobbles of the universe.
I am,
I will be,
And in the end,
The fears will have been snuffed out
And only I shall remain
As the collective machine
I was born
To be.
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