The way you wish you could live in the storm
The way you wish you could live in the storm
Is so naive, like a
Little bright bug
Sometimes we live in the storm, sometimes
We hate everything
We carry our shit around on our hips
We drink it down on the museum steps
We push our whole body through the
Worn blue cloth of the
Traveling party
Just to raise the edges
Over our heads, and
Pour the collected pulp of
Sleeplessness
Back into our mouths
(Like rainwater from a palm leaf)
Sometimes we never stop
Sometimes we never stop
It's not for you, little bug
It's not for you
Little bug
You have to learn
Sometimes the storm will be an
Eager beast
On the far side of the fence
You want so bad
To have
But you can't
I know you wish you could live in the storm
The way you wish you could live in the storm
But all you can do
Is stick your fingers
Through the chain-link
And move them stiffly
Over the night