We thought we were a stained glass window
To make sense of this
But all of these broken pieces
They can’t always fit
And I hoped when I stepped back
I would find
A beautiful image
Exposed in the light

But there’s no beauty to uncover
And I keep stepping back
Sometimes when you mix all the colors
It just goes to black

And though I thought I might be
Making a mistake
I put my blinders on
And I went straight
So lets stay under the covers
It’s warm in your bed
And the sooner we leave it
The sooner this ends

Intrigued by what you may discover
But I’m not your man
Sometimes you want a lover
But you take what you can

I don’t blame us for trying
But we’re further from completion than you know
Someday someone will take all these pieces
And see where they go

But we’re not that noble window
I could see as you ran
We’re just looking though an hour glass
And we are the sand.

Burning Bridges & Building Walls
Copyright 2008 by Joel Michalak