Silver
I get the hunch
that life’s grown sick of me
I need a remedy
Just to try on
But Silver’s just a shiny shade of grey
Like a rainy day
Spent with the lights on
Like looking for elation in a mundane conversation
Saying words and wearing phrases
Just to cover up the spaces
And praising every movement like a miracle improvement
Proving time and time again
I’m nowhere I’ve not been
We’re imageless and frantic
Seeking shelter in semantics
Sanctimonious and vain
Vaguely sacred
Vaguely sane
Our single saving grace
Is simply saving
Face it
We’re trite and tired metaphors
Beat to boredom, wanting more
Than we ourselves would ever give
Stuck with a life that’s scared to live
And waiting on our wings
That’s when I open my mouth and it starts to sing
I am just the sum of all the parts of me I choose to give
away
Redefining me day to day
Breath like water pouring into sound in solid state
And I awake
To this glistening new grey
And looking from this side makes it all okay
Looking from this side makes it all worthwhile
‘Cause I like my substance with a little style
I like my truth tactile
Smiling out through cracked lips
I think good love is an awakening
Leave you stirred up and shaken and
For best results should always be taken in
Impossibly deep sips
I am just the sum of all the parts of me I choose to give
away
Redefining me day to day
Breath like water pouring into sound in solid state
And I awake
To this glistening new grey
A place where I am fully half-aware
A bit like talking
A bit like prayer
Not to tear the two apart
And with this moment firmly in my eyes
I’ll convince my life to rise up
And imitate my art
By Dylan Southard