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