there’re certain kinds of metals I can carry in my mind
I like to think they break me out of shells that seem to bind
but every time I heat them, they turn nothing into gold
instead they leave me living all the stories I have told
there’re certain kinds of people I can carry without fail
because reciprocation is the way in which we sail
my boat is not a burden, neither is the raging sea
instead it’s like a sister who has grace for all of me
there’re certain kinds of metals — ones you count on, ones you don’t
I like to think I hold onto the ones that help me sow
the gold in me is silver but my silver keeps in mind
I’ll always be a metal you can never change with time