Something seems to be broken,
Words finally never spoken.
The door with a rusty key remains open.
My heart beats feel sick today,
Something must be off,
The fog is frozen, and the water drops refuse to dry up.
We live in the same universe, the same planet, the same time period,
We breathe the same air and drink the same water.
Where will you go? And who will you be with?
The thoughts of a fool, I need to lay them down to rest.
Maybe just maybe, the mind needs a break.
If its broken, does it need to be fixed?
The words that weren’t spoken, do they need an ear to land on?
Who are we to decide what the universe wants?
Who am I to try and want?
What did you say? The digital plain is staticky today.
I saw the word ‘break’ on the monitor, but I guess it was for someone else.
I’ll just have to reset it, because I know deep down nothing seems to be broken.
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and then Add to home screen.