I am in love with what I could be
I am rooted in stagnant ambition
Tied to the sky and still pulled by gravity
Full of detail but lacking definition
I see stars hung in my eyes
I know rainbows surge in my veins
But it's cloudy where my body lies
And my most colorful ideas are blots and stains
My hands and mouth make no music
My soul has songs pulsing to be played
I can make a word bend to movingly use it
But still feel locked up today
I am in love with what I could be
A stunning display of divine creation
There's something burning colors inside of me
It burns for satiation
Nov 15, 2010
Nov 15, 2010 at 11:59 AM UTC
I am in love with what I could be
I am rooted in stagnant ambition
Tied to the sky and still pulled by gravity
Full of detail but lacking definition
I see stars hung in my eyes
I know rainbows surge in my veins
But it's cloudy where my body lies
And my most colorful ideas are blots and stains
My hands and mouth make no music
My soul has songs pulsing to be played
I can make a word bend to movingly use it
But still feel locked up today
I am in love with what I could be
A stunning display of divine creation
There's something burning colors inside of me
It burns for satiation
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