Tuesday, July 29, 2014

THIS LIFE



Like looking through a broken window,
Our lives are fragmented.
They have been and always will be.
Don’t fool yourself,
Our ancestors warped our opportunity
The day, they devoured that apple, giving up their freedom for a life of hostility.

Oh, I’ve vowed to be different,
But it’s led to disappointment, cause I suck at keeping my promises.
And you, you’ve said you are different,
But your lies, they keep catching up to you.

So, where does that leave us?
How can we mend what we, ourselves, have broken?
It begins with a kiss, a seed, a hug, a someone
Who chooses to do something unordinary, extraordinary
And somehow, given the opportunity,
Brings our lives into compliance.

Isn’t that what we really want?
Something to hope for, to cling to,
A chance to make this thing right

I had my chance, did I blow it, or can we together
Figure out another way to make this thing work.

My fingers are crossed; my agenda has been silenced
And now, I turn away and look at you.

Will you help me?
Can you take the pieces of this life and put this shit together?
Because I’m broken, shipwrecked, and in need of something,
At this moment, anything that you can give me