The sun fell upon my ear
uttering sweet notions
I’ll stay often
and weave gold flecks into your hair
when the act of darkness enters your stage
no spotlight will be needed
just hold your head high.
An internal dialogue commenced, reminiscent of high school debates. My high school teacher loved me. Actually I baffled him. I argued both sides of an argument with gusto and a steady mind. I often forgot which side of the debate I was on. He did not see I was caught on the fence. Let down by a consistency of belief there is never only one side. On the debate floor it started, it continues, it never ceases. An internal debate; each side has an introduction, argument and conclusion. Both convince me to switch my left sock for my right.
I feel good about me
I feel bad about me
I can have a blue looking back in a soulful moody disposition
I can have freezing wind blowing at my back and smile the sun
My pain is relative
To some in comparison it could be naught
I’ve a heart of steadfast resolve
I’ve a pickled fickle heart sailing to undiscovered ports
I can explain all and give you a sound rationale as to why
filling with nutrients
flicks the grit
into the mouth of Glinda
I could try to explain until all the cattle were shepherded to a pasture in the sky.
Then again the other side would spin you in an entirely different direction.