pieces

brave...and crazy

and I came to play

so worn out from the status quo

out for ourselves, never mind the cost

but what we protect is what we lose in the end

(I need to be honest at this point. I have no clue what I'm looking for.

Sometimes it seems almost indefinable, a complete mystery to me.

Have you ever stood so close to something you can't see it? That's what this feels like.

It has no form, no physical shape, no identifying characteristics, it's simply an idea...)

why can't we have it all? I don't understand

I want it all and I will do almost anything to get it

there are pieces of me scattered throughout so many lives

fragments of my heart, scraps of my soul, the tattered remains of a once vibrant love

come with me, lead or follow, walk or run, just don't stop moving

my legs are weary from carrying the weight of so much collateral damage

never meant to do harm, my heart once soft, now made of stone, untenable

help me put it back together, help me heal, help pick up the pieces of me