Shan,
You can’t take on the ocean
You can’t try on others’ lives
You can’t forge emotions
Like you can forge a blade for knives.
Shan,
You can’t take on the ocean
You can’t take on the sea
You have to live with who you are
And who you’re meant to be.

The residue of nicotine has the smell of old tomorrows
Unlit candles hold no meaning, yet their darkness carries sorrows.
I hear your footfalls soft as sunlight on the old carpeted floor
The stain is of our making, and I’m sure that we’ll make more.

I’ve watched you wear your own truth like it is a shrunken sweater
When your face is hiding in your hands, as if hiding makes it better
You’ve looked for heads to judge you while you’re running to the wood
Even at that elevation, I can’t convince you that you’re good.

Come and look at wondrous beauty, let these miracles console.
Like the spiral of the snail shell, perfect fractured, perfect whole.
In the total of our actions, there’s going to be some lying,
But no matter what you instigate, I’ll always be here trying.

 

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The prompt for this skirmish was to use the *whole* word cloud in a song that would be created (lyrics, at least) in 1.5 hours. I got the lyrics done, but the song production was longer, and I still want to tweak it…but I have to be done with it for now.

Here was the cloud: The words are: art beauty blade carpeted console elevation face heads instigate lives lying making nicotine ocean residue shan smell snail soft stain total truth unlit wear wondrous wood