You are such a fragile thing,
seeking warmth in the strength of my shoulder.
maybe I thank you
deep in my heart,
but who can promise you security
in this swirling waves that’s drowning our fragile kindness.
You and I are such fragile things,
seeking truth in each other’s faith.
Pretty as it may be,
we are two bubbles of spiraling spirituality:
too close and we crash silly into each other’s watery swamp;
and we get lost in this foggy landscape that clouds our brilliance.
So I go on,
trying to find my dreams in the wind
and trying to be there for you.
Human beings are such fragile things,
seeking some senses in this world full of nonsense.
We become lonely in the absence of other human’s friction,
and become cynical in the presence of other’s absurdity.
Contradiction is our name
that leads us through the black of anger and hatred
and the red of passion and compassion.
And still we go on
to find some truth in each others
because we are such fragile things.