Oh, I am sad and broken, like
The intermittent waves that cross
The frozen sands of straggling winter;
I am homeless, lost and seemingly evermore
Sad and broken.
Oh, I am one and many, like
The friendless waves that stream
Across the lifeless shores of empty cold;
I am all and nothing -- all that is, and
Nothing that could be.
Does this span and upset
Or, are emotions just things
Sent to remind of us of
Our inherent insanity?
Am I all things,
All broken things,
Or does the prism of my thought and heart
Break the light before it
Can warm me?