Broken
A trip
Off the road of embodiment
Making me a perfect deficiency
I am a perfect imperfection
Transformed into formulated formalities
Formalities of hardship until joy
Making me understand I must
Break through this formalities
To have a formal breakthrough
I have to suck pains in excess
To attain success.
Before I could enjoy
I have to endure
Like a space wagon
I had to wag on through the space of life.
Had to make it through the rough roads
To get a token
I have to be broken.
And to be a star
I have to eat with rats
But who enters this conquest
A whole man
And leaves perfect ?
This question
I ask
For I'm broken
®Sam Petros
©2020
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