Making Broken Patterns
We’re all broken,
that’s why everyone’s searching for a fix,
we’re all hoping,
for a reason to believe well maybe this is it.
Here I sit,
alone again,
as are you,
I sense a trend,
a pattern,
of minor disasters,
mixed with,
major factors,
combines to,
define you,
into whatever comes after,
all the world’s a stage,
all of us are actors,
in The Book of Life until we turn the page,
and enter into the next chapter,
laughter,
from the voyeuristic crowd,
soundtrack,
from the orchestra of sounds,
sounds,
a lot like life right,
now,
we are all in the limelight,
our scars are watercolors,
our feelings are ink,
our attitude is honest art,
we use pain and bliss to paint the masterpiece,
a distaster we,
are for sure none of us are pure,
as times moves faster we,
see that none of this is sure,
sure,
we’re all broken,
that’s why everyone’s searching for a fix,
we’re all hoping,
for a reason to believe well maybe this is it…
∆ Aaron La Lux ∆
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