She sits up high in the Curio
Enclosed in glass, protected
Looking out at the life about
Light highlights her grace
Waiting for someone to twist her base
At once her countenance changes
In circles she spins in tune
To the mechanical muse
Round and round she goes
In circles that lead nowhere new
Movement does not always
Equate to progress
At the end she begins again
The hollowness not belied
On her face that hides the lies
She prays silently
The glass and porcelain to be broken
Herself to be smashed against the walls
In shards
All is one
And she is freed
2016.03.05
i was floored when I heard the song for the first time after writing the poem.
Fantastic poem, very beautiful song, amazing lyrics thanks for sharing this :)♥
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Thank you for enjoying it!
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Wow, just love it, both the words and the song.
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Thank you! ❤️ Glad you enjoyed them both.
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Beautiful! It makes me ache. Did you write this recently? Hugs, ❤ Ken
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Duh, totally missed the date. 😆 Ken
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I see you answered you own question!
While it can be painful to shatter the shell, at some level it is necessary for growth. ❤️ much like a seed. ❤️
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I understand.
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Thank you!
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Great collaboration Cara. Breathtaking
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Thank you, Antony! It was more I wrote the poem and sat slack jawed when I saw the video! ❤️
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