Who’s to say?…
What we perceive as perversion
Could be an architect’s
Representation of perfection.
Observing life’s contrasts
With appreciation
The day folding into the darkness
Peace tumbling against pain
The whole overcome by the broken.
Who’s to say
We weren’t meant to fall apart to come together again
To feel then break the hold of being in pieces
Pieces creating a new whole
Something stronger than what would have been
An unraveling that leads to a new awakening.
Who’s to say this is not by design
What feels like life’s conclusion
Was meant to be a signal for its true beginning
Maybe life is meant to be difficult
And sometimes even abrasive
Like the chisel against marble
Life’s sharp tips the artist
That chips us down from unrefined blocks
Into beautiful sculptures…
And sometimes even abrasive
Like the chisel against marble
Life’s sharp tips the artist
That chips us down from unrefined blocks
Into beautiful sculptures…
