The Most Interesting Person in the World

Trying to make sense of it all

Posted on: March 5, 2011

Bodies and souls crashing and colliding and bonking and breaking and bending and collapsing
Floating in the wind like a bowling ball and pins,
Flying in the wind like flowers dancing,

How do we make sense of it all?
 How do we make sense of it all?

The sound of one heart breaking in one corner of the Earth,
Turns a screw that lifts up another’s,
How do we make sense of that?

How long does it take for a heart to break, and a heart to realize it’s broken?
For how long does it tend for one heart to mend,
And to realize it’s capable of mending?

Fate may seem to deal a cruel blow, but know that She knows what She’s doing
And when time stands still you know it never moved at all,
And all things happen at once —

Fall in love, fall out of love, make love, break a heart, it’s all the same,
With a diff’rent mask on your face

Look — sometimes we make a mistake and it’s the most beautiful mistake
And look what great things come out of it?

And sometimes we do something right and Fate laughs in our heart
And we think we will never grow out of it

How do we make sense of it all?
How do we make sense of it all?

Maybe we don’t but we realize we will keep on going,
With new adventures up ahead unlike those we’ve left behind,
And the only important thing is the impact it leaves
And the legacy that we leave behind.
Touch a broken heart, mend it in quite the same way it broke yours.

Why do these things happen?

Because what affects me affects you affects the next person in line getting groceries
And round and round it goes like a song on repeat,
And Nobody knows where it ends

Look – perfect love is when two hearts beat as one, working together
for each other’s interest
And they move like a two-headed animal, facing the world with shared secrets.
False love is when two separate creatures work for their own accord,
And maybe one thinks they’re together but one looks out for her own interest,
And the secrets they share are from each other.

But in time all hearts will mend — maybe that’s why they were broken
in the first place?
So that one day the pieces will be picked up by a loving, benevolent Force,
With the face of your true love in life,
Who will kiss every piece,
And say I forgive,

And how long till we can forgive ourselves?


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