Fractured Perfection

And I Start with the End

Nothing it means it does not to me

I can see the door, I can see much more

The pieces of the puzzle to life

How the smile was placed together

She smiled a thousand lines for him

He mirrored it back a thousand times

Who can see the door, Who can see much more

I can take a shot and home the paths exits

Cold me could to show a deeper day

It can break though the rhythm exists

Within the battered rails and ships

It sails where men cannot catch it

To hamper the nail folded on the reel

The lines are drew many ways

The water it did flew many ways

The back works version of imperfections

Crackled wooden farmers fences

I found the door to lives leases

Oh the morning paths of pieces

Thousands of meanings

Mold the leases

To this morn she smiles

Who can see a painter paint

I flew once to sea to wait

Though I cannot breathe the day

Who can, Who can, you say

Connecting the last lines and dots

Can you see what the clouds thought