Your text entered into my eyes and rattled around like razor blades in my mind.
You Will Never Know The Book Of Life By Starting In The Middle
Fixing machines are predictable.
The solutions are always the same.
There is only so many causes.
This is what makes them predictable.
Fixing people are complicated.
The solutions are never the same.
There are to many causes.
This is what makes people unpredictable.
You love the feel of the machine.
The way it lets you control it.
How well you can predict it.
But you don’t know what makes it tick.
You hate the way people make you feel.
The way they control you.
How well they predict you.
But you know what makes them tick.
There is madness shared by two. (Folie a deux)
You are the human machine.
Some claim they have the solution.
There are only so many causes.
Saying you are predictable.
Knowing they are unpredictable,
They work for the machine.
The one you know is predictable.
The one who makes the drugs.
That always are unpredictable.
Because they are human.
Always knowing the solutions.
Predicted by the machine.
The machine you can no longer fix.
Like that beautiful outfit you love.
The one the doesn’t fit.
The handkerchief carried in a pocket.
Hoping one day to gift.
Why we say bless you to a sneeze.
Wishing to unite again your soul.
Making you again human.
Like a well oiled machine.
There are things I must learn, and things I must do. Today has only been one part of this journey.