open your eyes
and let the fragments
fly back inside your weary head
Piece by piece.
They are harmless specks that hurt
only because you allow them to
Maybe you collect pain to feel numb,
but no explanations are necessary.
no one needs to understand-
even you.
It is what it is.
Let it be, paul sings,
And he is right-
Because after the night
light will always be here,
A coin toss between
a pleasant blanket of glorious warmth
and the heavy scorching curse of heat
Be it comfort or defeat
You and I, we deal.
Just like heavy clouds that form
to shower upon us its fleeting rain
A steady drizzle, A raging storm
Gentle moisture, or a hurricane
be it in pleasure or disdain
the sky, she throws the dice
when she needs to decide
As you and I
we wait
powerless as heaven seals our fate.
