This Satellite
April 5, 2011
If the stars move in circular motion why do they not share perfection with us?
We are all saints, we are all that’s left from this satellite
From the beginning to end what have we recorded in memory of existence?
We are all statues, frozen in time with a heartbeat
A Beautiful canvas is presented to us called life but what colors do we use?
We are all victims, tragedies conspired by our insecurities
We write of love but what sense of belonging do we evoke in this world?
We are all flesh, porcelain glass in the eyes of God
