i don't know - no title here either, and unfinished as usual

Did I really believe

That time would mend all wounds?

That scars could be undone?

Skin that mends is still changed and hard

Pain that re-occurs is still pain

No less distant than the moment it first began

History is destined to repeat itself

Over and over again

Doomed to a broken-record existence

Swinging to the same old beat

Moving to the same old drums

Old friend or new friends

Time doesn't change the departure

Only the face, only a name

Name, a word they gave for a particular existence

Still a part of you that's cut away

We are a cardboard mat

Pieces of us are shaped and formed

Then broken apart one by one

Taken from a greater whole

Scattered images, disjointed

A pictured made unrecognizable
By life
By reality