justinagius

In Bits

I am a man like most others

And most men can be chopped into bits
There\'s the part that yearns for brotherhood (in a world that cares little for it)

There\'s the part that wants to scream and sing and dance: to bring in the brand new day

Or the part that wants to bury his head under pillows of sand or skies of gloomy grey

Lest forget the bit that gives chase to coin and power and lust and glitter

But lest we forget that all is vanity when such worldly things break like glass slippers...

So after all is said and done and no telling below from above, the last, the only, the final word with any real meaning is love.