Shadows and walls
beneath the folded paper
Dry ink melts
under tears
and the ripped paper
is slowly placed
Before I started I
was broken puzzle pieces
With only birth
and twelve houses to blame
Shadows and walls
beneath the folded paper
Dry ink melts
under tears
and the ripped paper
is slowly placed
Before I started I
was broken puzzle pieces
With only birth
and twelve houses to blame
A separation
A place of past
In a time to look forward
I live in the past
Misplaced again
My doing I’m sure
Time won’t be changed
Or even held still
It’s all too big
Tightly packed and closed off
My mind misplaced
A soul born too late
Send me back
All back to the beginning
Time to alter
A way to change
But that would be the end
Until it happens again
My world I live
A world to dream
My world to travel
A world I destroy
My world to create
A world I believe