Taste

I've tasted

the bitterest fruit I could find

no, this world isn't drying out beneath us

that's just what I've been told to say

all this time

 

But I can feel it in my bones,

there's something moving

there's something moving

I feel a rumbling

it's rocking me to sleep

 

You could taste it on my fingertips

but the gift will never be as lovely as the paper

to you, it'll never be as sweet

 

So take it or leave it

I don't need you to dream

I don't need your eyes to tell me what I've seen

I already know the greatest thing

is that there's even someone

to look out from within me

 

I open my eyes

I open my eyes and it's all gone

What are you running from?

 

I can try to run myself away from me

but I've already got the worst thing I could find

and it told me not to waste my time

 

You see, I've always found

the best advice in the lowest places

because I never minded

not having anywhere to look but up

they told me to stay stay low

and watch the show

so I keep my chin up

and watch the clouds

 

I can promise my hips will always be swaying

to the music I'm always hearing

you can taste in on my fingers

you can taste it on my smile

but don't ask for this unless you want it

though it's likely you won't find it

just the way you'd have it

if you had things your way

 

Author's Note

I stayed home from work because I felt I needed to write one day, and this is what came of it. It's still somewhat mysterious to me, but I felt relief when I was finished with this, which is something I appreciate very much after writing a song or poem. Take what you'd like from this, but the words and meaning come from a deeply intimate part of me that I myself don't completely understand, and yet I feel I understand it without being able to explain it. Maybe that's why I like this.