beauty queen

Jan 07, 2008 13:44

i can't shake the feeling i've been looking over my shoulder watching my life happen. steps ahead--quickening steps--i resist the urge to break into a run. i am left and yet i am leaving. and the frustration from the disconnect eats away at me. am i running from myself or toward what i am to be?

my office is nestled in an old house with mile-high ceilings and floors that echo the footsteps of lifetimes upon lifetimes. my windows, witnesses to it all, stretch upward while straining desperately to cling to the foot-high baseboards that come just shy of anchoring them to the floor.

we are the same, my windows and i. we have seen so much, are drawn to stay connected with our roots, with where we began to be what we are, yet strain ever upward, pulled onward and away, unsure how far to go in either direction, reaching still.

And if there is a way to find you
I will find you
But will you find me if Neil
Makes me a tree
an afro
a pharaoh
I can't go
You said so
And threads that are golden
Don't break easily

So I got me some horses
To ride on
To ride on
You say that your demons
Can't go there
So I got me some horses
To ride on
To ride on
As long as your army
Keeps perfectly still 
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