to remember the things and the way things used to be... from a life now governed by the pieces of me.
every now and then, go back to the familiar territory of this broken man, welcomed and unthoughtfully scaped in all sinful directions, and with a moral purpose not clearly defined, only evident by the footprints patterned, in perfect circles shown from above.
not yet mastered the labrynth of this broken heart, which was once a pyramid, now grounded and reorganized to span across all that signifies the man u see, wandering, but with no desire to be found. so never try to figure me out, or u will only learn to love what u have become.. and though u might catch me rambling sporadically in and out of ur mind, in the end i will only leave with the door open... 'someday this cage will pay off', i say.
and the conflict... all the conflict of a broken mind. i know the difference between the rights and wrongs. its where one hand falls inside the other that i rediscover all in life is only temporary, and that sometimes we cannot choose our battles, or choose our lovers, we can only decide if we would do it all over again.
and in where i speak my ungraded thoughts, only the guilty can detect the convicted shadows casted of a knowing man... and the words, they find life and breathe into the shallow graves of those who think they must be living, but who are really not living at all.... and the talkers? well dont believe everything u hear about me, check their pulse instead.
in thinking back, i can feel the fragments of the life i lived anyway u see... the undetermined feelings for the all things i couldnt change, and all the ways i could have but didn't. all the ways she loved me before, and all the ways she love me now.... and u cannot change what is written in my blood on all the judges walls, inscribed is the best and worst of me. rewound and replayed.... the sounds of the old days calling me.
are u still following?
and i think a little to the left, then a little to the right, but keep my balance before my pride, crossing bridges that still fall behind me. leaving the parts of the past that already killed me, while bringing back what always belonged to u. see what u love about me? whatever broken just happens to be... need not ever underestimate these pieces of me.