wallflower.

[rewiiired]

I wanted to know the secrets
but seems my questions were
diversions. Oh well.

I've just been a pale reflector
in a sea of burning distants
that for all I know expired
far away and so long ago
across that dark and frigid vast.

I wanted to dance naked at dawn
but didn't know I had to lift the sun
all by myself,

to embody the chaos
I've pondered and
burn the shell.

All my life I've been
a wallflower fearing
the gray future,

now in the silence
before the storm I want
my chance to dance
with nature

but some days I can hardly crawl.
Better the floor, after all, though,
better the floor than the wall.

I don't want to be the moon,
I want to be the big, burning ember.
I don't want to just reflect, I want
to radiate life, motherfucker.

I'm trying to lift the light to see it,
burning hands.

I can hear the music coarse through
me, I will dance.

But how can the journey to here and now
be such an infinitely distant land?
How can it be such a long, hard walk
just to where I stand?

Just a wall in disguise, so
to hell with your crutches.

Damn your crutches.

 

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You're prolific, rewiiired!

I like this one... it makes big bold statements, but it's charged with emotion, and comes across powerfully.

Highlights for me:

I've just been a pale reflector
in a sea of burning distants
that for all I know expired
far away and so long ago
across that dark and frigid vast.

But how can the journey to here and now
be such an infinitely distant land?
How can it be such a long, hard walk
just to where I stand?