There Are No Mistakes...

It’s an attempt, I suppose, to capture the sadness, frustration, the longing, of our human drive & wish for perfection… 
How things can seem both so immediately possible & yet forever impossible in our minds.... 

We break glasses, break hearts, break our silences.... 
Hold out and then hold on longer & tighter than we should. 
So unsatisfied & unsure.  Never standing still. 
Looking for somewhere solid for our anchors to land… 
The promise & potential we hold ever-changing. 

Because your perspective shifts. 
And it all becomes something else all over again... 
That loss maybe becomes a gain. Disappointment maybe turns to gratitude... 
You blink & see shapes in clouds where you’ve been staring for weeks. 
Your steps suddenly seem to be in time with the world’s rotation. 
And that thing you said when you weren't really thinking.... 
Well... Actually...  Maybe you shoulda been thinking.... 

Or at least giving a damn. 

Instead of letting yourself wander in & out of relationships that seem not quite as great as they could be. Or as they should be.
All the ways you fucked up.  All the things she coulda done a little differently... 
The love you both couldn't quite surrender to...
Because you should go first.  And I shouldn’t have to.... 
You show me yours…  And I’ll think about it. 


And yet there is beauty in our deconstruction. Hope in the frightened depths of our souls.... 
We, these static & imperfect fractions... These imaginary numbers, inverse sums, and false-positives. 
We, these unsteady, uncertain refractions of light. 

No, it is not a pure, simple, nor smooth world. 
Our dreams of grandiosity humbled & crumbled by our humanity time and again. 
Forcing our surrender to this universe's higher powers & unfightable tides....

And yet our little hearts & foolish souls try, and try, and try. 
To swim upstream, to climb that mountain; to stay out all night & to show the stars our naked selves. 
If only, perhaps, simply to say we are here. Too.  Don't forget about us...

And so, I guess, I write these songs. And I shout, a little more than I sing... 
Some sorta urgent mixed up I-am-here roar. 
A call out in search of an echo.... 


Or at least that's the best I can explain it for now... 

Because there is an energy to us... 
A vibration and a hum unheard, but felt. 

And it is here I find my comfort.  Because you and I and the next guy are all equally alone & connected in this Symphony of Atoms.... 
Yearning to both escape & belong all at once.


And yes, Honeypuss, I came all this way on my own just to steal that phrase of yours. 

Because I like it. 
And because it seems like the sorta thing to embrace....

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