Self


Fashion, wealth, splendor,
blacken our essence
until we fade from ourselves.

Salvation only comes
when we travel to the edge
of our very being,
searching for a cure
to our crippled hearts.

We follow the broken stars
to the land of shattered dreams,
where we must gather the tape and glue
to construct a makeshift path
that leads to a meaningful future,

so that we will have a reason
to fight for a better tomorrow.

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