It took so long for me to heal
from all the hurt and pain you made me feel.
The nights I spent replaying what had past,
analyzing, to see what different lights I could cast

With genuine words,
Truths from one soul to another.
Never from mouths, only from hearts that beat in sync.
From feet that match destinations, destinies.

Torn between desire and necessity,
Vanity and utility, identity becomes a fragile balance.
Carefully orchestrated, or omnipotently guided,
We are products of our own security.

Each day begins with a familiar tune,
soft melodies coaxing you out of sleep.
warm waterfall of rejuvenation,
blindly following routine habits.
Relatively thoughtless. Subconcious complacency.