Cabin Fever

Footnote on a trend

8-27-03

I can't keep making the same breaks again
just for you to see me bleeding.
The more I scratch the less it heals;
how much longer can you withstand my pain
without deriding my opinions on change?

The sidewalks, ladders and slides are the same.
Every word in the line works like a link in a chain.
Someday you'll have to go for a stroll
and see that it's only a beginning
and not the story as a whole.

You're either true to the heart or the face.
You can love the car 'til it runs out of gas.
You can etch one look in your eyes as a memory,
or bleed the entirety for all of its worth.
          And when you suck it dry
          and devoid of soul,
          will you foster its rebirth into something you can love
                    as much
          or will you cast it aside, swearing
          "things are never as keen
          as they used to be"
          while you etch upon your memory
          the next big love that gives your pathetic
          corpse of a brain
          a little attention
          that needles that last bit
          of compassion left
          in your self-shattered heart?
          No matter what got you
          to here or there,
          if it doesn't stay with you
          then you've got better things
          to worry about
          than what makes me move
          to make you move.

Nothing ever stays the same.
Even when it does.
To do something about it
while the feeling is still relevant
will serve your relevancy
for years to come.

I can't keep making the same breaks again.
If it's too much, please tell me to stop.
No one else is profiting,
so why should I?
It's not about the proper intake.
It's all about the fresh output.
The appeal is all in itself. It will sell itself.
"Timeless" isn't measured in time.
It just is what it says
and sometimes words are better served by that.