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Sunday, February 13, 2011

Pieces.

When the walls dissipate as you hold the
Handle of the door
There's no point to walk in
It's time to turn around pick your
Head up from the ground and
Look beyond the door for more
Maybe when you walk on broken pavement
You are able to build from the pieces that
Stick to you
The pieces to rebuild your life
When you wake and when you sleep
The pieces are there and are there
For you to keep.

1 comment:

Grant said...

Well put. You learn from the lessons life gives you and you use it to forge a better path.