Everyone

by

Sekhem Psikor Strecker

Everyone has a gluestick in the midst of their hearts
Loving someone so easily, it's almost never enough
And everyone has a paintbrush residing inside their brain
The images that are to be are never quite the same

Everyone has an eraser, as time goes on in their memory
Purifying that thirty seconds of bliss in half forgotten reverie
And everyone has an ink pen in their humanly human of lips
The ink flows on in conversation, but such loose lips sink ships

And we all have clocks in our conscience, of course, yes - I am sure
It only counts to 6.5 x 1010 before it ticks no more
On our noses there is a flower, and our eyes are lamps indeed
But everyone has potatoes for ears - so much that we don't heed

That everyone has a gluestick in the midst of their hearts
Loving someone so easily, it's almost never enough
And everyone has a paintbrush residing in their brain
The images that are to be are never ever the same

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