I’ve always moved in acceleration.
Done light years in adolescence,
Lived all my 9 before I got my period
And made up my mind
Before I got any sense.
I’ve done plenty I never meant –
Wrote texts I’ve never sent,
Straightened out kinks
I should’ve bent,
And attended to events
I should’ve left.
I spent years throwing up
To try to make my bumps dents
And my tummy less dense,
But all I was left with
Was the pretence
That you can put your whole
Into fields, and never even
Get past the fence.
I’ve danced, man, I’ve danced,
Even when the rest
Sat, or laughed.
I got over things
I swore I’d never get past
And secured things
I swore would never last.
I’ve conquered mountains
On days
I didn’t want to get off my arse
And I’ve followed through
At times
When all I felt was fart.
I’ve dedicated almost
My whole life to art;
Grew up on Plaster of Paris
Writing, and homemade crafts
Which has set me up, kept me alive
And means I never have to buy birthday cards!
I ain’t quite made it
To Kilimanjaro in my bra
Just yet,
But I don’t regret
The moments I used to fret
Over for hours
And I never let
Downers stop the growth of my flowers
Anymore,
Because I’ve built towers
In the face of concrete
And finally harnessed the powers
Of my youth’s deplete.
I’m on my tenth life now,
Ready to growl in the face of hatred
And bow, on my knees,
To the freedom and release
Of love in the highest form of purity.
I’m self healing,
And I’ve found time for Me,
Time to dig the roots of my insecurities
To plant new quirks and wonders.
My next life may be halted in learning
But I’m alright if that’s the case…
Or it might race past the last set
And make fast in the space let
And before I know it a new one will arrive –
I’ll be full of beans; a sponge to thrive
As I dive head in to my next life.
I’ll quote the Verve again:
I’m a million different people.
More than I can conceive and
Some have been strong, and some feeble
Some so kind it hurts, and some evil
Some one dimensional, some multiple people
But I’ve learnt from all of them,
And that’s worth more than a life of no overwhelm,
No mental hell and no darkness to dwell
Because if you make every hardship a lesson, they become a blessing.
You become a master of de-distressing the tangled web of messing
About in this world we walk
So stop stressing about your love handles,
Spotty face and awkward talks with those not in your safety net.
Stalk yourself; wander your flesh
And mesh yin and yang with fresh
Ideas of life and death.
Birth is a guarantee in this life; we all go through it –
Those double doors into the light.
And if we make it that far, we’re also promised the exit –
So make sure when it gets to that, you’ve lived your life, and don’t regret it.
By Lyric Deep.
Lyric Deep™ 