The Butterfly Effect

Reflecting is the molding story
Every wound, scar, and word unspoken
Monuments and distortion in time
Reaping to pull then cement the design
Building upon gold and refuse
Becoming calculated and misused
Slicing and reforming via abuse
We are the Earth as it becomes used

Scar the paper, spill the ink
Every line transforms the journey
What am I to believe?
Sifting through static and harmony

Collapse into yesterday
Find who once was and will be
Just to see the weight of speech
Dismantle through actions beneath
Symbiotic to the narrative
Deciding of which path to live
Life in the mind and felt by skin
With tearing that doesn't forgive

Doesn't forgive
Unrelenting
Will not budge
Will not give
I am one
Of many
Concealing
The effect

Scar the paper, spill the ink
Every line transforms the journey
What am I to believe?
Sifting through static and harmony