for those who think just a bit outside the box |
The girl in front of me in class has split ends I keep staring at them and they keep staring at me As best they can I try to follow one strand with my eyes But they all begin to glint and twist into each other Like the conflicted branches of a tree in my neighbors’ backyard And pretty soon my eyes start to cross And all the moments blend together They’re like thick brown ropes now Which she keeps flicking all over her shoulders Some of them are getting tangled up in her backpack strap I wonder if I should warn her That she may be hairless if she keeps flicking But I don’t I just keep staring at them And the brown ropes keep burning imprints together in my mind Pure contrast They remind me somehow of someone who said something I think it had to do with ropes I think it may have been important They spoke of society as a rope We being the strands and fibers Alone we don’t stand a chance against the pull and tug of life Next to each other we are stronger But some of us will break Leaving the others weak with question eyes It is not until we immerse ourselves in each other Intertwine our lives with one another Make those crucial connections which so bind our being Then we will be strong How fast would the earth spin If we were so tightly knit together So strong That not even the most powerful force could break us How beautiful And I’m thinking to myself now How easy it seems just to be the stone that ripples the water Just to tell one person Who could tell one more person Who just might Take one step closer To pure contrast To so beautiful Just one person Anyone Even the girl in front of me That’s all it would take And the idea keeps twitching in my brain I just keep thinking Over and over If I only I told her I am but a stone Yet I could change everything I tap the girl in front of me on the shoulder She turns around and flicks her hair She looks pissed I ask her what tomorrow’s homework is. |