If broken the pieces would vary
In size, depth and meaning
Those dearest to me wouldn’t be found
Lying amidst the shards
Stacked unevenly when whole
The gaps weakening the structure
One careless move
Is what separates us for now
If broken the pieces would vary
In size, depth and meaning
Those dearest to me wouldn’t be found
Lying amidst the shards
Stacked unevenly when whole
The gaps weakening the structure
One careless move
Is what separates us for now
Multiple strands of thought
Entice and entreat with equal measure
Daily distractions of conscience
Deter the most steadfast of minds
But blame not the thoughts
Truly unbiased as they are
Desires and ambitions too
Manifest themselves through them
With resolute regularity they return
Every day with the same offerings:
Desires and distractions
And to strive and struggle for the former
Is just another strand of thought
As I run this race
Keeping pace with a stranger’s dream
I hope I win
So that we are both denied
And I learn
And I run again
And so does he
On different tracks
They speak the truth
When they talk about the good things
About how they must end
Sometimes prematurely
Sometimes drawn out
Sometimes stumbling and struggling
The end of their tether
Secured weakly but resilient
Vain strivings and hopes
Helping them to cling on
But maybe just once
If luck has not left you
You see resurgence
Just a hint of it
You take it and glorify it
And now the tether is stronger
If only in your mind
And then you relive the good things
Letting the charms of old memories
Bewitch you once more
But no matter how false
No matter how short lived
That feeling is one to treasure
Afford me this little stretch of land
And I shall proceed to build a home
Which despite its humble wares
Would invite the most envious of stares
For it’d be liberty that’ll hold its walls
And liberty that’ll dwell within
And years later, my dear liberty
Misconstrued and hence undone
Would find itself worn down by wealth
And yet be claimed by all as theirs
For a child born in prison is adorned by chains
And hence considers them ornaments
So afford me this little stretch of land
Where I may proceed to build a home
With the strength of my limbs
The power of my mind
And the freedom to exercise both
I shall show you what sustenance is