There’s a thin line between what I’ve lost and what I’ve never dreamed of obtaining. In the mind, the color blind is freshly dissolved, the eager menace is a true bird who’ll conspire to none but will suddenly break the silence of those who dare to speak, with their lips well sealed. I walk. Through many shades of gray I walk and dance alone, speaking honestly to myself, waiting for nothing to detain me but the fear of not living to see it coming true.
Is it much? To wait?
Maybe.
Is it even harder to wait in silence in the hopes someone will listen to what I have to say inside of my mind? It’s a crime, yes indeed. But the demonstrations have pursued me, the readiness in which it dismisses my commands is undoubtedly absolute. I shall run free once more, walking and dancing alone. Living in my head, bathing in my heart and then finally sheltering myself from harm in your bosom.
We shall be free.
subjects in arms
I’ve got history by the balls/ It cries for help and no one hears/ Sounds it makes are inaudible/ to those with dirty, selective ears./ Fierce and witty, lucky charm/ I’ve got it roughly by the hands/ Learned to flirt with it in arms/ Learned to use it time again./ I’ve let words do all the talking/ when the eyes, they look outlying/ There’s a truth to every warning/ There’s a lie to every audacity./ There is history in my bones/ Art and music in my veins/ I got law stuck between my teeth/ and bad philosophy in my brains./ I got poetry like no one would/ I would brag, but it won’t do/ I fly high when you don’t look/ I fly high and need no fluke…
