A temporary loss of reason,
the permeating sound of treason
echoes from souls, slithers from pores
Out of reckless, stressless tombs it grows
They know, it shows.
They say I’m strong to still be okay
after all the time that’s passed, after all of that
they call me brave?
Embarking on a new scene, chasing a new dream
maybe this one will stick
maybe it will reinvent me
Come back anew, refreshed
I told you I’d be fine,
I’ll be okay.
I’m leaving home, for good - we’ll see
I’m praying they’ll remember me
In a day or week I’ll wake up,
find what’s real amidst this REM sleep
I’ll find a way, I’ll be okay
After all of this, they call me brave?
Well just be strong, don’t say a word, fight for a cause, don’t be too misunderstood
and when it all comes crashing down and you’re standing naked in the Crown
you’ll be okay, just be strong, don’t say a word.
Today was a day like any other
that’s the problem, this spin.
I remember a tire swing on a sandy third grade playground set
It was the first time I ever lost track of where I was
faces pass, motion sickness
Distorted views fly by like a memoryscape of dreams
Sink in, relinquish any hope of finding solid ground or a familiar sound
just for a moment or two of anonymity, without perjury, accepting any chance of injury -
Been spinning ever since
if I jump now I’ll fall to my death
or break some bonds to home.
What’s worse, to fight or fly -
tap out or break my wrist?
I’ve made a vow to endure this suffering,
as if this death gives me something to live for,
for better or worse I’m losing faith in this routine
a tricked out narrative to cure a first world soul –
“So just make yourself smell pretty, make yourself look brave
don’t worry darling, it’s your time, we’re fighting for your sake
all you have to do is everything we say”
a wolf in shepherd’s clothing guides us to the edge before they cut the cord
from a lifetime herded, coddled, and prodded
to make you believe that they believe you
and trust, they do believe you
– as long as you follow the rules –
so just be strong, don’t say a word,
and we’ll finally be okay.
So, whats your story dear? What trauma brings you here?
the reason for your abandonment of everything you’ve ever known?
They must have hurt you, led you astray
sent you away
It’s okay - your blood, body, and brain are safe in this foreign place.
Don’t think too much,
don’t cry for fun,
don’t try to run
you’ll spend the rest of your life trying to get back home.
3000 miles to who I used to be
I’ve never been much for running.
It’s okay - your blood, body, and brain are safe in this foreign place
don’t say a word, just be brave
it works, sometimes
so they say.