The Butterfly Effect

Reflecting is the molding story Every wound, scar, and word unspoken Monuments and distortion in time Reaping to pull then cement the design Building upon gold and refuse Becoming calculated and misused Slicing and reforming via abuse We are the Earth as it becomes used Scar the paper, spill the ink Every line transforms the journey What am I to believe? Sifting through static and harmony Collapse into yesterday Find who once was and will be Just to see the weight of speech Dismantle through actions beneath Symbiotic to the narrative Deciding of which path to live Life in the mind and felt by skin With tearing that doesn't forgive Doesn't forgive Unrelenting Will not budge Will not give I am one Of many Concealing The effect Scar the paper, spill the ink Every line transforms the journey What am I to believe? Sifting through static and harmony