I Get Tired of Not Having this Online (for Remote Access Purposes)

[tanarill]

So, there is probably a very good, or at least very paranoid reason, that I have never before posted this poem online. I may censor this to my flist if I ever remember what it is. In the meantime, take a skinny-dip in my soul.

Title: Fly With Me
Rating: G
Warnings: I feel this way a lot.


I used to think of useless ways
To spent the minutes and the hours
and the days
And nights as well
With hopeless dreams.
A part of me, I think you’d say,
Quintessence that does me betray
Between this hammer that is life
And this anvil of a world
that’s pain and strife.
To reach, to learn, to hope to speak;
And I ask: Fly with me?

Spread your wings unto the wind,
And open your mind up to the world;
Leave no stone untouched
no heart unmoved
no life unchanged.
Because here and now is as good as it gets,
So I’m not wasting any time;

because it’s sink or swim or run or fall,
And we’re all gonna end up against the wall
Unless we take Option Three,
When one and two are fall and wake
And three isn’t something on the take
It comes from us, it’s what we make
When we refuse to run away
Because fighting yet another day
Isn’t now, it isn’t us.
And I say: fly with me.

Spread your wings unto the wind,
And open your mind up to the world;
Leave no stone untouched
no heart unmoved
no life unchanged.
Because here and now is as good as it gets,
So I’m not wasting any time,

In this cruel place.
It’s a hardened face
That ignores what pain is here to give;
A lesson taught by time alone?
No; but life and death
and pain and tears
The eye that sees beyond your years
Beyond the stars, in your backyard
It’s all around, if you but search.
So yes, run if you like, and if you fear
I think I’ll walk forward
rather than stay here
And still I offer: fly with me.

Comments

[scribe-protra.livejournal.com]

Oooooo this is a wonderful poem.

[tanarill.livejournal.com]

Why thank you! ^^