Memorial Day’s upon us, And, All I can think about is the last time I received ‘time and a half’. Nothing else to expect, Besides a job where my heart’s split right down its middle. One side in front of a microphone at an open mic, The other in back of a desk where I sit back, And, Force myself to write. But, Regardless of seperation, There’s a common ground too obvious to ignore. Problem is, On some days I become too oblivous to that cure for a heart broken in pieces while scattered all over the floor… Yet, It’s all for a reason, Isn’t it? A cause and effect doesn’t happen by accident, Knowing all of our actions lead to a special kind of division. Awful derivatives that refuse to co-exist in this, World functioning off of dysfunction, And, A plethora of hidden intentions withtin, Souls lost inside of their own body. Souls inside of a vessel under the control of an outside host nobody can see. With eyes directed by a screen, With a dream to be, On TV! To tell a vision that’s already been said. Over, And over, And over, And… Over again…
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