Broken for Better

I'm a broken record that refuses to play.
Refuses to slide around the grain of society.
I skip the beat and create a new song.
I'm a nuisance to some,
A sign of reality to others.

I'm a photo that didn't stay in the darkroom long enough.
Creating new lights and darks.
An example of your impatience,
But also released to early to bask in your lies.

I'm the book you skimmed through.
You think you know what I'm about,
But you don't even know the half of it.
Barley even able to scrape up the basic meaning of who I am,
You never took long enough to pay attention to tell the difference between
My sarcasm and my truth.

Fortunately for me,
There are people who can hear the beauty of a broken record.
People who take pride in a mistaken piece of art.
And those who take the time to read every page of the dusty book on the shelf.

Although you can't see this reality,
Because you are stuck in a fallacy,
Some people have found the fine line between reality and their dreams.
And know when to combine them together to make our world:
A better one.