the human mosaic

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short lived, fleeting and ephemeral

are the dogmas upon which 

you withhold your pillars on 

and though you try with much persistence

to prove your idiosyncrasy

the thoughts in which you prevail

are but altiloquent,

like your beliefs,

which will shatter and

crumble,

the sudden loss of oxygen in your lungs

the cold grey touch of your hand,

you.

falling onto the ground.

because like yourself

they are derivatives of something,

someone else.

nothing is what it seemed to be. 

because everything you believed in was a lie

a lie 

a lie 

a lie. 

you're a mosaic. 

and i am a mosaic.

we are all mosaics.