glue

piecing together the ends that don't fit
melting metals to merge two frames, fire lit
the process of molding and welding those two
mind and heart, where's the art in such a practice as glue?

and i don't want to make amends that aren't with my soul
feeling trapped inside a lock box and i don't have the tools
to get out or words to shout to make my heart feel full
and the brain in my skull starts to take shape of machinery
without meaning, it's demeaning to rationalize every thought
now i'm caught in a part of myself that i'm not
and i want to break free but i'm already melting
and the question is where i find to make use of this glue
because i'm going away now, and connections are new.
with experience true, and an I outside YOU
i found myself lost. i lost myself found.

i lost myself, found.