Broken Computers, by Roderick Veach Subscribe to rss feed for Roderick Veach

what if we could shed our skin
and forget all our memories
maybe we could be repaired
like broken computers

when I forget my past
pick a new name for me
tell me who I'm sposed to be
but don't let me be anything like me

they say we all deserve a second chance
but everyone dies the first time round
and what comes after that
judgement or oblivion


there's no owners manual to life
we look towards the heavens and strive for the better
to few precious thing we hold tight
but everyone falls down sometimes


bodies in motion
how odd it is to be alive
fantastic like Lewis Carrol
said Major Tom to his wife

eye's closed you questions
we'll never know why
she cries out in sorrow
it's always goodbye
Posted: 2014-01-02 02:16:13 UTC

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