26 September 2012
Just what the bloody hell is wrong with me? Forever overwhelmed and incomplete Eternally seeking what others may not see With a knowledge thirst that pushes me to try and achieve Don't get too close to this poisoned seed My mood swings branch out and they fall like leafs
My feet are well grounded in poor top soil Horse manure mixed with rusting cogs, springs and coils The oil seals to my heart leak toxic oil I patch over the cracks for a love to spoil My minds eye reflects a mirrored earth wrapped in tin foil All shiny surfaced but underneath cooking to the boil
At night my bark skin weeps the tears I keep deep within I disguise them well as early morning dew with a false grin Occasionally mistaken for hardworking sweat in the hot summer sun Which reminds me that I'm just too tense and in much need of some fun But I'm stuck in an endless rut and my feet only walk when I need to run
I raise my happy emotions to strangers who pass me by Their ignorance and self loving gives me yet more reasons to look up at the skies Rain clouds linger above me and I ask myself why Why am I like a tree with my roots stuck firm? When I was once a well oiled love machine that now just pollutes the earth?
Some machines are built to last Some get left to the elements and rust Some get serviced when needs must Some get broken and refuse to budge Most at some point are cared for and do stuff I need an mot with a woman's gentle touch Who can help me shake off my dead leafs and old cob webs and say "enough is enough!!" "You're not a broken machine, you're a mature tree that's now loved"
Broken Machine • Opuss № I