Some days I walk with my head held high…
Breathing fire…
The world my oyster…
You are reborn every day…
Every moment, in fact…
When you see yourself in an old picture that isn’t you now…
Your whole body…
Cells…
Atoms…
All new…
I stand some days balancing upon my arms…
All the issues of the world inside my head…
Dancing round to stay on my feet…
A modern dance routine…
That I can’t control…
Some days I hold it together well…
Other days I hold it together….
Other days…
I borrow from the next day…
And then you are in debt…
As the mind and body keep the score…
There are planes overhead…
But I am not being bombed…
For some crazy reason…
Beyond me…
Humility…
The best people show humility…
Fragility…
Vulnerability…
But you don’t hear about them…
It is written in books…
Books never written…
The books of each day…
Of quiet kids…
And embittered adults…
No one ever told me about this…
Among Trigonometry…
And how to attack a stone castle…
The lessons of force, energy, and mass…
Pulsating through flesh and blood…
In a world of myths and practicalities…
I hold it together…
I hold it together…
I hold it together…
Praise the Heavens…
In this world…
This strange world…
Today I kind of held it all together…