Etch a Sketch

 

You don’t want to be wrong,
No way I can be right,
Everything torn asunder,
Pulled straight from sight.

I wonder what your life is like,
What did you learn,
Is anything different,
How many scars you earned.

I’m left to laugh,
Sharing secrets with ghosts of the past,
Watching as they run in circles,
Sometimes I feel my ship running its flag at half-mast.

I want to take this etch a sketch,
Shake it all around,
Recreate a new picture,
Hope it is more than a rebound.

Try to stand like solid steel,
Inside, powder keg of dynamite,
Like skipping of a vinyl record,
The walls burn down tonight.

Image taken from Pinterest 

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