Center of the SymphonyA Poem by Pablo & Rookie
That's someone else's work,
I'm using to make me sad; That's someone else's flower, I'm making up stories of creation; Crying brings out the breakdown of the shell, Someone else's work helps to chip it away; There's someone else's work, Inside of me; But that someone else's work, With its shell now broken; Exists as its own work, stand alone, Crying at its own confusion; The shell protects it, From the deep and dark realities; Our loved ones lost, Our friends gone, memories decayed; The person behind pushing forward, The person out front holding the shield; It's that fragile man in the middle, That's ready to break; So I'll use someone else's work, To find a story and develop a temporary new shell; Life is meant to be lived together, But the truth is that a wretched, isolated soul; Is seated at the center of the symphony, Never letting the orchestra come to a close.
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Added on August 17, 2016 Last Updated on August 17, 2016 Author
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