Torn Apart

Verse

'm not one of those people that was smart or capable.

I read a lot and tore things apart

I was the child of destruction

The things I disassembled and destructed were things that to most people

were valued as those things they liked more together rather than in pieces

I just wanted to know how they fit together

the ebb and flow the nuance

of the inflections

where one part meets another

The intricacies of that place

where one metal meets another

The hard the soft the others there

the gaskets and fluid flows

the noise the fire

the combustian there

I just needed to know

how fuel and spark created the fire

of that running thing

that cut grass and made that smoke

while clocks ticked and ovens baked

bread

as my time ticked by

and electricity hummed by

Verse

As ever I am consumed by this curiosity

to tear apart that which is all around

To understand more clearly

those magical things all around