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I have a bad attitude
dull as mud
I pretend to be reckless
just sitting on the shaky
fire escape
by my window wondering what now
just that java jive and mean electric buzz
today i am the sun.
i wonder if maybe it could be the day of my birth
my life could move a bit faster. But the climb is oh so
tall
thank you oh my life my soul
i rave too much about what i've done wrong
and the things i've born
witness to
grief and pain, and alone
my hands shake nervously, and i guess it's ok, it
turns out, i'm digging the sky
and time goes by without a happily ever
a seagull yells. the waves beat upon the grass
i want it to sing.
my soul is reawakening
i am laughing inside out
i'm not myself anymore and god is a hose with a kink,
im the lightning bolt, that
can't hit kites
the trees shake
as their laughter fills
my ears.
i'll surely have better luck
tomorrow.
cyndi oleary
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