Jaded Perception

We are all taken by novelty and think we have had it rough
My blades are dull suppressed by the hard edges its cut.
Busy spending my money on cheap things that break, like
people.
We need to focus on cleaning our love.
So chop into that symbolic onion and feel the burn.
Hurt.
Forcefully I cry, feel pain,
close my eyes.
Push so hard on them I begin to see the light
The juice of the onion loosens my rust.
and in time I began to shine
lost my dust and felt a new rebirth again.
now one by one I slice.
Leaving scars for those who so quickly can forget
And in that mirror I reflect out up down in and around that corner.
Down the street
Down that road I drive to home
That�s what I do
I drive sometimes,
dream
love
and ride sometimes
I offer a smile sometimes
my lips like two arms just reaching out to welcome them in
And with every opportunity
I carve with time
and keep an onion fresh to repent.