Nothing’s gonna change my mind

Recline your tight spirit, make some room to unwind

You keep me right here, with your eyes all smiling bright at me

Living angel, lit up gracefully awkward take the night from me



I’ve never known a soul or seen a self who could fill this hole

The subject of my affection, you’re a nourishing addiction

I feel not quite afflicted, but somehow lifted, I think something shifted in me

And now I’m right on path and I dare to say, it’s gonna be alright



And after the earth inherits the meek

(That is, those who ascribed at birth to each a random assignment of worth),

You and I will inherit the earth, along with those who were falsely called weak

And all the wheels that always squeak, and never get the oil

Why should we be loyal to those to whom we are freaks

There is no soil deep enough to bury the pain you are married to

But it’s not me, it’s not me, and I know that all now,

But sometimes I think I make you hurt, and not in a sexy way

But now I know it’s all gonna be okay if we just commit to the day-by-day

And some such generic rhetoric that they always say when you feel this way



I’ve got no quotations

Among my other limitations

Some may say the soul is like a lump of clay (you mold it to fit the day)

Some of that generic rhetoric (I know, I know, but there may be some truth in it)

I think it’s important to keep an open healthy and humorous space in our selves to fill not with lightly uplifting vaguely make-your-mind-go-blank to find a meaning bullshit phrases but with thoughts of all the places in ourselves (safehavens, if you will) that we can go to if we start to panic



While my rage is on mute

You’re out there glowing unsubdued

But I know that not so deep inside you

An undefined fear resides, too



Just like everybody else

It’s hard to get away from yourself

And it hurts to sit right next to the pain

But it’s nothing to make you feel this shame



And it’s weird that your pain thinks outta the box

While the comforting words are so orthodox

Uniform in response to unique

Especially when it’s reached its peak



Nobody seek to celebrate the shit

People live with, just cuz it doesn’t kill em

Doesn’t mean they’re all this, that was their own doin

Don’t give credit to the conflict,

Commend the combat



I know the amorphously empowering vagueries

Become a bit much when you’re run under the gravy train

As if they’re all scared of your rage

Preemptive barrage of soothing clichés

They say you’re strong from the hurt you live in

But you say that you never had the option

Hurt never made you expandable

You made yourself more powerful



We gotta lean back

To feel

The sun on our face

To see

The light in our eyes



Lift the light to the air

It’s nobody else’s

Nobody put it there