Symmetry

fitting in standing out.
We decide how life turns out.
Photographic memories imprinted on my brain,
like fingerprints on a frosted window pane.
Tear tracks raining down the outside,
find yourself looking at your own reflection on the inside.

Inside, outside
Image stuck inbetween,
Contorted by the pane.
but do we follow them or make our own.
Tear tracks, clean tracks?
the salty taste
is my life a waste,
or a cause worth fulfilling?

Centuries go by, time flies
Maybe you were left behind.
Outside, alone at last.
Lost soul, forgeting it all.

Burn, burn people fall,
Lust, wants and desires.
Crowds wild, why would you want to be part of that downward spiral.

Nowhere to make my place,
Born in the wrong race,
Born in the the incorrect space.
Lost in time, dust collecting.
Beliefs and moals, historic selection.