Lonely nights I lie awake
Busy days, awake, I lie.
Little cracks upon an egg
Start to ooze the yolk inside
Just have to break the glove in
Above the heavens smile
I'll keep trekking mile by mile
Piece by piece I put myself
Together again
Internal peace, I'm coming home
Soon enough and bit by bit
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Author:
maydanae (
Offline) - Published: August 23rd, 2025 20:58
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
An interesting metaphor of the egg and bit by bit. Going home bit by bit evokes the idea of aging and going home to death and the earth day by day it also brings to mind the idea of getting mentally better or worse whatever is home bit by bit. Nicely done
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