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I see the peices on the floor
I wonder what it was before
Its always like me to fix whats left
Even if its not the best

I always look forward with high wishes
A sea of sky and floating fishes
Although sometimes when things move fine
I become cautious in the worst of kind

Its like I say, or how it goes
Sometimes you see that nobody knows
Or in cotton clouds, and crystal dreams
Nothings ever as it seems

But if we always look for what is worse
Shouldn't that be considered more of a curse?
How can we ever appreciate what was the best?
It shouldnt feel like life is a test

Actions, motions, movements, and words
Are important messages always absurd?
Isnt it the way that you define those things
That comprehends what the meaning brings

If today was tomorrow, or is yesturday
Can the time portal open all the words to say
To say dreamers are fragile and distant creatures
To define rebels as neglectant with defiant features

Labels are just things that others will give you
Just because youre marked shouldnt define what you do
I dont think its bad to just be yourself
You're not a display sitting on a lone shelf

If they deny you of who you are
Isnt it them thats missing a star
Stars shine bright and proud in the sky
Yet people love them when they dont know why

So what is it that marks us by those all around
Where is the meaning in those peices I found?
If we put them back together and see it as one
Would that help define where we all begun?

Jennifer R. / June 30, 2006

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