herbevore

I was broken before you met me I was broken by my hands I broke myself upon me I smash myself to sand The times were my mistaken The times were dark and shade The sand that pours out of me And scattered over land The wisdom I have squandered The wisdom I have shown The myriad paths I've wandered The twisted ways I've grown This path I see before me The distractions on the side If only I had balance If only I had tried One that is forbidden One that is forlorn The two could be division The many are the spawn To see the patterns weaving The steps left in the sand The shifting of the meaning Failings of the plan Given, taken, Forming, breaking, Can't control it all Living, dying, Breathing, breathing Rise and fall The tides pull and push The tides sweep all aside The way flows around me No where one can hide