the only word I want on my tombstone.
Friday morning freewrite
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All at once it begins,
we cringe difigured by the crushing pressure of societal sins,
losses and wins,
kept score to remind us where we come up short,
or too tall,
to weak or too small,
forms the studs for these walls,
and I'm not seeing much of a chance for the wrecking ball to make its way here,
we'd hear it if it was near,
so we're out of luck...we're fucked,
and it's not the least bit pleasant,
and we're hesistant to be optimists on this day,
for when has anyone come up with less than anything relevant to say,
on this matter,
batter up,
strike out,
and set forth,
all the things we've been ready to swing at with force,
up north we're still feedin' the bears,
and we're gnashing our own teeth when we feel unprepared,
but we've got deadbolts,
and deadbeat parents,
it's as if all of these traits are entirely inherent,
but I can't bare it alone,
so if you find you're self near a phone,
pick it up fast and dial me up anytime,
if you're using a rotary phone please stay on the line,
I can feel the busy signal running up and down my spine,
cause I know now you're not alone,
and that's less comforting than just troubling,
my blood is bubbling,
with insecurity and woe,
and "all I know,
is that I know nothing,"
all I really know is that I'm still running,
but I'm not sure if I'm catching up or getting further away,
either tomorrow or even later day,
I'll run out of breath and have to rest,
and if you see me you'll know I'm a mess,
it's growing with sunlight and water,
and one day when I name my son or daughter,
I'll do my best to name them after someone great,
a perfect balance of content and irrate,
amen is the only word I want carved on my tombstone,
and the name of your child I wish was my own.
we cringe difigured by the crushing pressure of societal sins,
losses and wins,
kept score to remind us where we come up short,
or too tall,
to weak or too small,
forms the studs for these walls,
and I'm not seeing much of a chance for the wrecking ball to make its way here,
we'd hear it if it was near,
so we're out of luck...we're fucked,
and it's not the least bit pleasant,
and we're hesistant to be optimists on this day,
for when has anyone come up with less than anything relevant to say,
on this matter,
batter up,
strike out,
and set forth,
all the things we've been ready to swing at with force,
up north we're still feedin' the bears,
and we're gnashing our own teeth when we feel unprepared,
but we've got deadbolts,
and deadbeat parents,
it's as if all of these traits are entirely inherent,
but I can't bare it alone,
so if you find you're self near a phone,
pick it up fast and dial me up anytime,
if you're using a rotary phone please stay on the line,
I can feel the busy signal running up and down my spine,
cause I know now you're not alone,
and that's less comforting than just troubling,
my blood is bubbling,
with insecurity and woe,
and "all I know,
is that I know nothing,"
all I really know is that I'm still running,
but I'm not sure if I'm catching up or getting further away,
either tomorrow or even later day,
I'll run out of breath and have to rest,
and if you see me you'll know I'm a mess,
it's growing with sunlight and water,
and one day when I name my son or daughter,
I'll do my best to name them after someone great,
a perfect balance of content and irrate,
amen is the only word I want carved on my tombstone,
and the name of your child I wish was my own.
