This is... After the minute's silence comes the encore
When I was young I struggled to express my fate.
Well, today my insides are still out of tune to
articulate
Just how I'm feeling about it.
Nothing gets in or out.
Zeus smoked a large cigar
at my rocking cradle
He gifted me an iron key.
It unlocks all meaning but won't fit a safe answer.
A fable
but I see:
A sky above that will never be
the same again.
A sky up there and that won't ever change.
I am a universe: no more, no less what I can contain.
At times I do feel new, I confess.
I can't help what I'm feeling all this particular evening.
It's in my DNA to believe in souls and black holes and
Shooters on grassy knolls.
This is something to break the minute's silence.
Like a thunder storm is something to break the minute's silence.
Like my confession is something to break the minute's silence.
The silence will always be here.
The breaks will always be here.
Nothing is lost, nothing is gained.
You and me and every songbird forever the breaking silence.
