Metronome

Metronome

We are our own recluse
Figured out the ways
To keep on keepin’ on
Passing down the days
We hear ticktock
Of the metronome
An echo like a body
An echo like a phone
We’re everywhere
Yet but a recluse
Dancing alone

We’re broken
To let the sun shine through
Pruned
So we may bloom anew
We decay in ruin
For the one and only gift
Shattered
Fractured pieces
Of a mirror world
But from the ruins
We commence
Stronger still
Born again
We are magnetized
And drawn unto
That perpetual darshan
That never-ending kiss of bliss

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