There’s a crack in this pavement and I can no longer take it
I’ve tried to fake it and erase it
from my consciousness
but I always find myself right back on top of it.
I keep coming back to this crooked crack;
I keep jumping on it, throwing myself into it
I create my fate
when I do this.
All I see, introspectively,
these thin lines.
Maybe so microscopic; invisible to the naked eye
Lines, metaphors, analogies.
“There’s a thin line between love and hate,”
love and lust, infatuation and disgust.
There’s a thin line that breaks
the pavement in our fate.
When I take a few steps back
I’m able to see the situation
for what it is
Yes, this is a path placed in front of me,
but every time I try
to use it as a source
as a method to a direction
There’s cautions on this course
hazards and horrendous happenings on this course.
I hear a children’s rhyme
haunting me every time
“Step on a crack…”
I know it’s bad luck,
I know to watch out,
I know there is a much more reasonable route.
But I’ve been trying so hard to fix it-
I’ve got a truck, and wet concrete, and the tools to mix it.
I’ve got heart, and hope, and a determined attitude
I have love-
So much love
and I’m trying to make it of use.
I have spent years
in a sweat
on my knees
trying to mend the cement
But the weather of the years
has weathered this pavement
and although we found our way back to it
I don’t know if I still want to save it.
There’s a crack in this pavement
And there always will be.
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