Sweat it out, kid, sweat it out. Let out every ounce of every broken thought you’ve bundled up in the deepest vacance of your heart. It’ll hurt, kid know it will.

It'll hurt kid, knowit will. And when your bad blood finds its way to the floor, it will become a viper and you will have to fight it and crush it before it slithers its way and readies its fangs for your family and friends and yet unborn kids. You’ll gather up fire and love and mold them into weapons to keep hope awake and keep the nothing at bay. Aim for the head, kid, aim for the head.

Aim for the head, kid, aim for the head. Be sure to shake off all the chains for spider webs spun all around while you were sleeping. Link by link assembled in the darkness of the night. But your skin felt fire and it burns like heaven and no witch could ever convince you that her dank little cave is truer than the sunshine and new soil and the lion who touched you and burned you to gold.

Come awake.
Come awake.
Come awake and smile.


from The Dear Old Days When I Could Fly, released October 25, 2013



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