fractals

pulled into another dream that isn't mine, a thread gone through the silver needle's eye, and sewn back to you, only to be ripped apart, one heart, now two, so do we get what we deserve?, or are we made of nothing more, than fractals of light shooting in the dark?, moving faster than we ever have before, we're chasing after a glimpse of all that we adore, a moment of calm, my touch on your arm, whispering sleep now, sleep now, the river's flowing backwards, and everyone's an actor, in too deep now, deep now, reaching for the surface, crying out for purpose, so do we get what we deserve?, or are we made of nothing more, than fractals of light shooting in the dark?, you and me, we're just plots on the curve, a shining spectacle to observe, spiraling fractures on a silver arc, so how many more ways, can you cut me out just to bring me to life?, and how many more times, will i subdivide before i'm not the sum of my parts?, and you don't recognize me anymore, so do we get what we deserve?, or are we made of nothing more, than fractals of light shooting in the dark?, you and me, we're just plots on the curve, a shining spectacle to observe, spiraling fractures on a silver arc, sleep now