A reflection. Content doesn't mean safe. |
“Keep the sun off the water It’s boiling hot and the ice is melting, Soon we will drown” Walking lands with festival feet, With a hip flask of comfort and A sweet little melody in my mind. Through summer clones and winter drones I think I’m the only one Playing with patterns of paint cans on Brick walls and still trains; Making simple scarves with my mothers traits, Building friendships from differences and enemies With similarities. “Keep the sun off the water It’s boiling hot and the ice is melting, Soon we will drown” I’m just playing my little girl role in this Big, big game of life; of war and race, Religion and land. And I’m just playing with ideas of Size and materialistics as well as family and music whilst finding My self making sense of serenity and complacency. “Keep the sun off the water It’s boiling hot and the ice is melting, Soon we will drown” It’s the idea of creativeness mixed with imagination Of our wonderlands and my own utopia Which matters as much as friends and honesty and Big toothy smiles and good belly laughter. And I’m just playing around with high school words And a need to express and communicate And I’m making shapes with bright eye shadow and baggy clothes And I’m just rolling around in heavy duvets Listening to the Long Blondes who tell me That I’m only nineteen and I don’t need a boyfriend. But I’m twenty now and I still don’t need Anything other than my desire to be creative; A good book and a charming film and Some songs to dance to and I only want My family to love me, My friends to need me, A big toothy smile and a good belly laugh. These are all things I get everyday. |