Ice water fills my eyes
aqua-tints the world
and when the summer burns
I find the cool
deep within my breathing chest
blood passes, crystallizes
it slows and sluggish
might stop entirely
it won’t even keep on
keepin on my blood
I want to lie in repose
as my body cools and dust settles on to it
things die in the blink of an eye
and I turned away as her flesh fell slack
and the world it says,
matter of factly
“If you think it all goes fast now,
just wait until you¹re all grown up.”
and something appeals to me
about stopping the stars
with this guitar
for you
and something appeals to me
about letting this world go by,
it ain’t too hard
and so I ran with my ears covered and bleeding so hard
I screamed “at least I’m trying you can’t damn me for trying”
I screamed “Am I dying? I don’t want to die here,
it’s much too cold here”
I hold onto this melancholy feeling by choice,
and it’s a choice made by me,
and only by me
so hush now and quiet down your voice.
CHORUS
I will stand up
I will sing what must be sung
I will stand so tall
I will sing what must be sung
I will stand like the sky
I will sing what must be sung
I will be like the mountain range
I will let my will be done.
So don’t talk to me
like it’s the end of this world
for even if it was,
I would stand up and step off to the stars…
©1997 rob hinkal
