It was gone broken
shattered like a glass falling
from my hand to the floor breaking.
Never would I see another daybreak
in the same way
as colors fade from distant hazing
where everything turned a little crazy.
I sat here wondering
staring at broken glass laying scattered
and I knew then that nothing mattered.
Life, love, happiness, liberty it was shattered
never will it be gathered
like the glass that lay scattered.
Yet, I did dust away the glass fallen.
I tied my shoelaces and I went sailing.
Plugged the hole, I stopped waiting
and I kept sailing.
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