Snips and pieces
A collage of beliefs
Mosaic of thought
Broken mirror shards
Nothing new
Nothing original
Not a voice to call my own
Phrase here, concept there
Thoughts and ideas littered around
Autumn leaves dead
Scattered to the wind
Where has my voice gone?
I have words
But they’re not mine
So opposed to sameness
Conformity
Yet no originality
To be found
Took the mirror of my mind
Thrown it against the wall
Paint over the pieces to hide the truth
Hide their shine in grime
The shards pierce through me
Crucified ideals
Hanging spread on the wall
Nothing changes
Nothing heals
No Soul Super Glue
No quick fix exists
Vending machine
For your use and
Convenience
So many uses
For such a simple fee
Give me books
Give me CDs
Or another DVD
Dinner, a fuck, and sleep
We’ll lead the other on
Pretend we’ve found
Forever
Forever lasts
Until we cum
Then it’s over
Then it’s done