Paint It Black Little Fists
Good morning bright eyes.
I watched you while you slept,
Reflecting on resolutions
Broken and promises kept.
You know we’ve got to fall before we walk;
We’ve got to sink before we swim.
So have patience, stop checking the clock,
And if someone locks you out, kick your way back in.
They’ll tell you what you are, they’ll tell you what
you’re not.
They’ll surround you with mirrors, baby, don't get
caught.
They’ll reduce you, sterilize you, try to cut you down
to size, too.
Shine too bright, they’ll say you’re just craving
attention.
You’ll run the gauntlet of their smirks and
condescensions.
Did you run too fast? Did you fly too high?
Did you see too much with your eyes open f..ckin wide?
I’d rather “yes,” be our reply,
Than have as epitaph, “Too afraid to try.”
So we’ll dance like wild beasts,
Charged with disturbing the peace.
And when it looks like things can’t get any worse,
We’ll sing until our hearts burst.
No compass, no maps,
We’ll find our own way back.
And when things look bleak, I’ll kiss the tears from
your cheek,
And watch you clench your little fists in your sleep.
