Fragile Archetype

In the stress that comes
As we strive for that something more
We press for that goal
That we can barely describe
Let alone define

We wreck ourselves
For things that barely matter
Wonder, why we even try
When the direction we’re going
Is lost because we’re blind

There’s a hole that exists in every heart
In a world of green and gold
Left wan and wanting on the street
Of a lust based economy
On my knees and begging
For a shred, a morsel of humanity
I am a fragile archetype
In search of some sanity

We broke the mold of care
Decades ago, maybe more
We’ve evolved and revolved
Into a soulless carcass in the desert
Crying, pleading and alone

If this was God’s plan for us
Did the devil win the day?
Can we see shards of glass?
Is destiny a mortal cliff edge
We pull back from, silent and prone?

There’s a role that exists in every heart
To leave behind the world of green and gold
Embracing your brothers on the street
Saving your sisters from a lust based economy
On my knees and praying
For a shred, a morsel of salvation
I am a fragile archetype
In search of the man right in front of me

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One Response to Fragile Archetype

  1. Wind says:

    I read this hours ago and, Man In The Mirror, has been on instant replay in my head ever since. Having read it a second time, Standing on Broken Glass (Buckcherry) is now playing. Hell of a playlist!

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