.
I held a seed in my hand
Of a Sequoya buried in sand
All that I could ever see
Was already in that
Tiny seed
We are all stars
You and me
You see?
If we ever turn
The key
And let ourselves
To fly free
To be what we're meant
To be.

Like pieces of a broken mirror
My scissor,
Hands will cut you
To shreds
A chain mail vest
Would be the best
And a heart made
Of leather
To lay down
Before you rest

Some souls are tethered loosely,
At the slightest breeze their rope becomes undone
And up they soar.

Have
You
Ever
handled
something
a
little
too
roughly
and
it
just
...
broke?