I Speak In Metaphors
This Is where I come and drop all my brokenness
This is where I drive on the highway of danger
As I approach life headstrong
I the experienced
I, I don't take that .... anymore
I the bull rider, high up there tightly strapped
Tasting the dust of my achievements
Rising to the applause of my style
But then
The drop
And with that, returns the fractured dreams
The fading five minutes of fame
But
Somehow through blood tinged breath
I get up
Am a survivor
If I can conquer this, I can conquer all
Through patches and clutches the spirit is stronger
Through dashes and questions the answers unwind
until another leaf blows by
Blinding the vision of many stanzas before
It's that "little" temptation like the 40 days and 40 nights
Of Jesus in the wilderness
But it's not small like the leaf
Its big like the wind driving the leaf
up and down again
Until one day, on that day
When you sit and rewind THE life
And long term memory is all you have
That it all becomes clear
All of it, even the brokenness
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