Today I picked up water,
I picked it up with my hands.
Today the birds sang to me.
They sang my favorite songs.
Today I heard a voice,
But it wasn't really there.
Today I touched the flames
Of a fire in my chest.
By tonight, the water will freeze
And I'll be trapped in ice.
The wind will carry the voices
Of all those beautiful birds
To somewhere nearby,
Where men write admirable books.
Books that I would write,
If only I were inspired.
Tomorrow, the ice will thaw
And I'll be warm again.
I'll put my clothes back on
And leave this place forever.
I'll never be a quitter,
But I can see that I've been swayed.
Skies aren't blue forever,
What's floating now, is sinking later.
I suppose I'll put this on paper.
Sep 7, 2013
Sep 7, 2013 at 1:42 AM UTC
Today I picked up water,
I picked it up with my hands.
Today the birds sang to me.
They sang my favorite songs.
Today I heard a voice,
But it wasn't really there.
Today I touched the flames
Of a fire in my chest.
By tonight, the water will freeze
And I'll be trapped in ice.
The wind will carry the voices
Of all those beautiful birds
To somewhere nearby,
Where men write admirable books.
Books that I would write,
If only I were inspired.
Tomorrow, the ice will thaw
And I'll be warm again.
I'll put my clothes back on
And leave this place forever.
I'll never be a quitter,
But I can see that I've been swayed.
Skies aren't blue forever,
What's floating now, is sinking later.
I suppose I'll put this on paper.