I am what nature made me. I am the centre of the universe.
I am nothing and all things speaking really, really fast.
Sometimes I embrace the spirit Walden left behind.
To up and go from the carbonate lulling of the tide;
to take up arms alongside - the humming of the oak,
the scent of thoughts.
Other times I become
Patriot of cities, lover of hedonism;
a romance short lived
as to question the truth behind romance and tricks.
Cut like a cantaloupe,
in half - I exist
as you who are bold and soft.
You live your days on electropop.
Make it good, make it loud -
whatever's on, whatever's hot.
Like creatures of myth riding into war,
for tomorrow when you are closest to death
lapsed memories come to fade in your head.
Bangitty bang the battles you have fought
like wrapped sheets shrivel back down the melting pot.
It's five in the morning: do you know where you are?
You leave the darkness from whence you came,
some kid comes along and asks you for change.
Ragged clothes, no shoes on -
How about that vodka you just blew fifty on?
It comes back to you one hit first:
what would your father think?
Is this why your mother gave birth?
Had you been clear you'd think for love,
equality; maybe an end to poverty.
But tonight nose runny and eyes like a dome,
you just wish the child had never left home.
The dark at its worst
he should be sleeping for school.
But who are you to know which
way leaves bend when they meet with summer hue.
Mouth with him as he goes: "It's five in the morning,
you look like a fool".
Cold sweat like caverns in spring -
you could tell him your truth
to up and go from where you came, all he does not know.
"I can't speak to the concrete"
your voice a godless whisper, should not have played in the snow.
You reason with youth -
you are what you are and that makes it okay
to live through this night and sleep through the day.
For tomorrow when you are closest to death,
you'll think of leaves lapping gently on trees by the riverbed.