Cracked
Cracked windshields,
cracked sidewalks,
broken hopes,
sad dreams,
hurry before the fire starts,
and your good friends leave you
and your enemies take you over,
hurry before people cry out
for the happiness you possess
they with suck you dry like a bone
and take you for granted;
when they need you,
they are nowhere to be found,
just check the coffee shops
and bookstores;
they'll be there,
hiding and betraying and kissing your dream girl
or that real cute guy you really like a lot.
See you can't see the open road with a cracked windshield
in a rainstorm,
but just remember that you can always get it fixed
and the charge will be free;
but keep driving with a cracked windshield
you will regret it! - Don't regret life,
for it is a special gift.
Pave that road or sidewalk gold,
see that love is in the air all over,
not just for a certain few,
Love is in the air,
sing it! Sing it so loud
that the people will see your true beauty
if they stick around long enough to see your true self.
Cracked smiles,
with chiseled abs and rock solid chest
and a nice face,
that is all we want in life,
we don't want brains,
or logic,
or a sense of humor,
if so we'd be with someone long ago and happy with them...
NO! We want the bikini body,
the beach body,
that hour glass figure,
and we want our teeth straight,
and our breasts enlarged
and our horoscopes read from the TV.,
we want birthday candles on a huge chocolate cake
and we want money and time and fame and that dream body
and we walk and walk and walk blinder than the day before and the day before that,
that we don't look at that one thing that is truly perfect...
and that is the heart, the soul,
the heart and soul never receive cracks
because they’re not fake and cheap materialistic things.
We never stop and realize that we should be happy about the cracked windshield,
and the cracked smile and cracked teeth and cracked sidewalks,
because we aren't Barbie’s and Ken dolls,
no we are human beings,
created to bound and be tortured by temptations
and admit to their mistakes,
even if they don't want too.
We are unique with or without that crack,
but never pave that crack,
never pave that pothole,
because that is a mistake in your open road called life
that made your journey unique!
Cherish those cracks
cherish them forever.
12/4/13
Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013
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