Change my stride

When you think you are tightly wound it is so sad that it just takes a simple tug of your strings for it to all come undone. When you think you are whole again it is shattering to glance at the cracks within.



Change my stride
Then Ill fly
Look to the sun
See me in psychic pollution
Walking on the moon
How could you dare?
Who do you think you are?
Youre insignificant
A small piece, an ism
No more no less