Is this where I wanted to be,
barely living, before twenty-three?
Mind has changed like a valley
to a mountain range,
but still I find the courage hard
to dig up on these restless days.
Maybe it's the pessimism becoming a self-fulfilling prophecy.
Maybe it's just an utter lack of useful sleep.
My bloodshot eyes can attest.
I've watched the shadows lengthen as the sun sets over five-thousand times,
and I still don't see much difference between the early morning and night skies.
Some say that wisdom comes with age, but I liked it better when I thought I had everything figured out.
I'm no wiser these days than I was when I was barely old enough to define the word drought.
A man thinking and writing in metaphors is just one more useless victim:
hoping to change the world through a computer screen, or hoping that someone can finally fix him.
Some days I feel as if I'm that night sky,
something I know is different from morning;
but in appearance, all that's different
is the direction the sun is moving.
So really they are no more different
than any other dichotomous relationship;
because polarity is strength through magnetism,
no matter what way one defines it.
But the real question I find myself asking is whether,
in this metaphor,
the sun is rising,
or setting.
The sky looks the same, either way.
Sunday, August 01, 2010
Pails.
We carry away our troubles in old rusty pails,
riddled with holes; much like the sails
on our ships- tattered and in need of repair.
Land in the distance, but can we get there?
A home is a home is a home is a home isn't home
until there are people enough
to fill it all up.
The sun is the sun and the stars are suns, too,
just like everyone shines: the many; the few.
Brave beyond a capable measurement of merit,
if the world is not meek than who shall inherit
all of this green, and all of this blue:
take what is yours even if
it doesn't belong to you.
A home is a home is a home is a home is a...
lie is a lie is a lie, all a lie when the
cards fall face-down;
when the deck is stacked,
nothing but jokers to be found.
riddled with holes; much like the sails
on our ships- tattered and in need of repair.
Land in the distance, but can we get there?
A home is a home is a home is a home isn't home
until there are people enough
to fill it all up.
The sun is the sun and the stars are suns, too,
just like everyone shines: the many; the few.
Brave beyond a capable measurement of merit,
if the world is not meek than who shall inherit
all of this green, and all of this blue:
take what is yours even if
it doesn't belong to you.
A home is a home is a home is a home is a...
lie is a lie is a lie, all a lie when the
cards fall face-down;
when the deck is stacked,
nothing but jokers to be found.
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