The more I love
(and I mean pure Love),
the less I give a shit
what you think.
The less your opinion sways me
into going anywhere other than
my Truth.
It's not that I don't fall off of
my own wagon
now and again,
each bruise collecting like the dust I
wipe and
wipe and
wipe away.
Still,
I get back on that Radio Flyer
with the goggles I can't rightly see through
(wear them 'cause they look cool)
and take on Lombard
with the wind of gossip the spiteful shove on my shoulder blade.
I will try again
like this
until I find the courage to learn
I might stop falling if only
I'd rip the goggles off.
Choosing love is
a steel spine
hanging a sharp left at the switchback
ten miles an hour too fast
while the rest of the world looks down and refuses to fall.
It is also what sounds off all of the alarms.
This is why I don't give a shit
if I alarm you.
(and I mean pure Love),
the less I give a shit
what you think.
The less your opinion sways me
into going anywhere other than
my Truth.
It's not that I don't fall off of
my own wagon
now and again,
each bruise collecting like the dust I
wipe and
wipe and
wipe away.
Still,
I get back on that Radio Flyer
with the goggles I can't rightly see through
(wear them 'cause they look cool)
and take on Lombard
with the wind of gossip the spiteful shove on my shoulder blade.
I will try again
like this
until I find the courage to learn
I might stop falling if only
I'd rip the goggles off.
Choosing love is
a steel spine
hanging a sharp left at the switchback
ten miles an hour too fast
while the rest of the world looks down and refuses to fall.
It is also what sounds off all of the alarms.
This is why I don't give a shit
if I alarm you.
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4/4/13

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