Broken Pieces ~

Divided and broken are the pieces of glass smashed from the reflection of your pain. Does the person on the other side reflect the person of who you are or who you want to become. Will time be lost in the shattered memories of your past, how do we protect what we don’t have, how do we keep together the fragile sheets of shiny perfection from our day to day tasks? Dreams confused with reality, a journey one will embark when the days turn cold, a stark reminder that tomorrow is not guaranteed but earned. Do we have a predestined spot on this twenty four hour clock we call time, will we stop the hands that move us along, will we make it, will I be liked, will I belong? North to south and east to west, the tangled directions that control what I do, I will make the most of all who surround me, smile and condemn their frown.