I can't lie. I want you to be perfect, and now I'm starving, eating basslines to keep the iron in my blood.
but I was there. One night put a country between us. But now the state that began the hate has opened an endless sphere, and now all I can do is care about it. I can't hold the city close--I have to forget and get ready.
I was supposed to be smart about this, and already the danger has stopped me in my tracks
unmaimed the beaten path
numbed my calves so I can run through vines of thorns and not notice the blood
the red. the flag.
And I never seem to run out of chances. Maybe this is why I can't get scared.
In him, I see fire, and my stomachs carry water for miles. So I'll stay for sand and sky. The sooner I grow up, the sooner I can take the sword and leave nothing that breathes.
The day I surrender is the day I fall out of love. The promised land comes with a choice, and I've already chosen wrong. I guess this is simply an apology.
an explanation
a warning.
intriguing. I'm not going to pretend I have the power to decipher the meaning of all that, but it is very interesting.
ReplyDeleteHowever my mind wonders, can anyone ever TRULY choose wrong? What choice can not be remade? To me it seems, in life we often come to the same decisions over and over again. We are not defined by the last choice we made, but by the next one we make. We're not defined by where we've been, but where we're going.
Deep!
ReplyDeleteStill wondering what it might mean....
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