New Skin

At first I see an open wound infected and

disastrous It breathes chaotic catastrophe it cries

to be renewed

Its tears are the color of anger, they dry to form

a scab To touch, its stiff and resilient,

underneath, the new

skin breathes As outwardly cliche as it may seem,

yes, something under the surface says, "C'est la

vie" It is

a circle, there is a plan dead skin will atrophy

itself to start again Look closely at the open

wound see past

what covers the surface Underneath chaotic

catastrophe, creation takes stage Its all been

saved with

exception for the right parts When will we be new

skin? Its all been seen with esception for what

could be

When will we be new skin? Fallacious cognitions

spewed from televisions do mold our decisions So

stop

and take a look, and you'll see what I see now