Each part into every part.
We are apart but somehow you just can’t get rid of it
Each part broken,
Every part mended then becoming whole again

Are these parts all part of the same part
Is everything literally exactly the same?
When we see our fears hiding on top of the high shelf
Should we look to seek them out
Should we look to hide ourselves deep within the parts that are never spoken

There is a visible rift
Between that which is real and otherwise

Let us not seek the unreal
Day to day it can become a trial

When we look around us to see that which is not there
Let us not become immersed in ourselves

Have reality and hold this like a sacred chalice
Have all that is true and real and not always good
Have the thought of terrible things
But not allow these thoughts to go unchecked

If you are my friend
I cannot tell a lie

This is the truth
From beginning to end
Each part into every part
In the full knowledge that the things we do today
May chase us 3-fold tomorrow