A broken bone can heal,
and a broken heart may yet still feel,
but my twisted mind lays barren
of ways that I can
correct it.
I’ve wandered these roads
to places I don’t know.
To find an answer to my questions,
but all I am left is without direction.
And still yet I can’t stop dreaming
of this place that just is seeming
to answer every inquiry I’ve made.
But it answers without being
in a direct way of seeing
and so I find myself just lost.
But a broken bone will heal.
And a broken heart can still yet feel.
So while my mind may not be sound,
I know my answers will be found.
And while my head twists and turns,
I remember all the lessons I’ve learned.
And while the dark seems often comforting,
the light is so much more rewarding.
So I don’t mind that my thoughts will wander.
I don’t care that I may trip and flounder.
I know that by the end of it all,
I’ll have my self back at my call.
So say about me what you will,
tell the tales as you see fit.
But know that I will correct the telling
when my mind is back with its wits.