bilingual
Posted: November 12th, 2015, 8:18 pm
where should I draw the lines
what equations have I missed,
the journey for pastoral equilibrium
is fraught with unplanned detours
spider webs as big as houses
anaconda vines climbing the outside
cellular walls, windows blacked out
by leafy blankets of wrong turns
and we know that men never ask for directions
you'll need a machete to get out the door
but I guess if you hack at it long enough
it's possible to forge a path into the clearing,
a sun-drenched glen with an open heart
and you might even feel welcome there
in the field with the big black crows
that speak an unfamiliar language
that somehow you understand
it's suddenly clear, you've become bilingual
you can still decipher the english that branded you
but also comprehend the language of the universe,
messages, only for those that venture outside
their comfort zone...I hear dionne warwick
in my left ear asking about a mythological san jose,
jim croce in my right ear crooning about a dream he has
about moving ahead, so life don't pass you by.
I want to go somewhere new
some place that surprises the eyes,
somewhere the mind has not visited
I want to forget about old news, future plans
I want to visit the now, stay for awhile
what equations have I missed,
the journey for pastoral equilibrium
is fraught with unplanned detours
spider webs as big as houses
anaconda vines climbing the outside
cellular walls, windows blacked out
by leafy blankets of wrong turns
and we know that men never ask for directions
you'll need a machete to get out the door
but I guess if you hack at it long enough
it's possible to forge a path into the clearing,
a sun-drenched glen with an open heart
and you might even feel welcome there
in the field with the big black crows
that speak an unfamiliar language
that somehow you understand
it's suddenly clear, you've become bilingual
you can still decipher the english that branded you
but also comprehend the language of the universe,
messages, only for those that venture outside
their comfort zone...I hear dionne warwick
in my left ear asking about a mythological san jose,
jim croce in my right ear crooning about a dream he has
about moving ahead, so life don't pass you by.
I want to go somewhere new
some place that surprises the eyes,
somewhere the mind has not visited
I want to forget about old news, future plans
I want to visit the now, stay for awhile