There is talk about the beauty of broken dishes...
That is what you do when you can't eat anymore...
When I am full...
My plate is empty...
There is talk about the beauty of broken dishes...
holding onto this hot cup full...
It just aches to be poured out...
Onto a bare foot
That way one might walk a bit differently...
And the one above
laughs and observes
and the one inside
laughs and observes
and the one outside
immediately runs toward broken dishes...
holding tightly onto a hot cup full...
That is what you do when aching to be poured out...
