There are those times...
In moments...
We all fight that war
Our thoughts against everything else
The heart holds out
Each beat keeps the feet marching forward
But the mind secretly knows...
And the senses just don't seem to want to let go...
How do we weigh out what is right?
And what is easy?
For the actions taken against us have become too much
Numbers have stopped counting
And the cup runs over the brim
The scars upon the broken never even have a chance to heal
A thousand mirrored fragments
Cast shadows offensive to the eye
A smiling face covers the deceitful mouth
Weak lies fail to lead us back to the sunlight...
Apologies for behavior that never changes
Becomes those days with the inability to remember
That forgiveness is being pushed aside by something more...
The lack of conviction found
In all that use-to-be...
Now leaving...
The heart that no longer cares...
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