Inspired by "Broadway Boogie Woogie" by Piet Mondrian (http://www.piet-mondrian.org/broadway-boogie-woogie.jsp)
He always thought it was romantic, being alone. He liked it. It gave him time to think. He liked drinking his coffee alone, taking the subway alone, reading alone, walking home alone at night when all the lights of the city shone brighter because the selfish, bragging sun had fallen below the horizon. It gave him time to collect himself and then set his mind free. And his mind, it flew, far above the city, until he was just a tiny dot among millions of tiny dots, walking through geometric patterns of skyscrapers and city streets.
I guess I couldn't make you stay So I'm holding no one's hand On this cold winter's day I'm taking my time Because it's all that's really mine And it's meant for two.
You left in the autumn And then all the leave fell And I hit rock bottom Only no one could tell That's the thing about heartbreak To you, it's an earthquake But to everyone else You're just a cliche. And you're alone.
It's the perfect season for romance Keeping each other warm Simply by holding hands. Watching the snow fall Covering the ground Muffling the woods And all of its sounds. The birds don't sing here Because they've all flown south It's just me and my shame With your hand over my mouth. Alone
So we could fall for warm firesides And we could take trips on skis We could lick candy canes And shop for Christmas trees
Her eyes were open books In which men would read strange matters But her heart was a fortress Sheltering her from disaster. Because she couldn’t fall in love Because free-fall leads to fall-out And at some point, when you’re up so high You’ve got to come crashing down.
Her hair dripped down her back It was just like wet paint Brush strokes of shiny, jet-black The artist unaware of his masterpiece. Her skin was porcelain Her nails varnished perfectly. She smelled like a burning garden A beautiful, floral, tragedy.
She was chaotic and enigmatic She hardly felt real Because the whole point of a person Is to be unbelievable. She was strong and brave Yet so often afraid She was intelligent, yet illogical But she never made mistakes.
And since she was impossible Everyone knew her name Because she was the girl
I’m a bouquet of wilted flowers I’m a broken empty vase I’m chipped, worn out, stripped of my power I’m out of touch and out of place What you see is what you get Because they said that I was broken That I was damaged goods And so I knew that no one would want me Who would want the kind of girl Who just gives it up for free?
Before I was touched I possessed a kind of beauty It was a kind of fascination Preserved in delicate chastity. But as soon as I was wanted As soon as someone touched me The perfect image was shattered And all that was left was me. The pieces around me were scatted And I was exposed for everyone to see.
Maybe I wasn’t’ in love with him But that doesn’t mean I wanted to lose him. It’s just so hard for me to be alone I should have been more comfortable on my own But that’s not who I was It’s not who I am
Why are you afraid of falling apart? Go ahead now, shatter And you'll make a beautiful mosaic. They make art from broken mirrors. Fall apart, break. Do what you please. Because someone will put you back together Tear at every edge, you'll still be a masterpiece Don't know where you're going? Then any road will get you there.
You might not always be the way you are now But there's nothing wrong with that. Change is what we need to survive Otherwise we can't go forward at all We'd be stuck here forever, frozen in time And our children would forever be small No one would be able to move on with their lives We'd be like the mad hatter and march hare Stuck in eternal tea time
So speak in the languages that you don't understand Draw brand new shapes that haven't been invented Fall in love in new cities, even in new states Laugh too hard and make silly mistakes
Today you are on a mission Whatever it may be You could be closing an age old gap Between strangers who once were friends Or helping pick up the pieces Left in heartbroken ends Maybe your telling what needs to be told Or warming a heart that's been left in the cold You could be lifting the burden off of some man's back Or lengthening a leash, cutting some slack. Maybe your mission is just to brave You don't need to win or to save the day If you can just muster the strength to start again You can get back out there and you can make new friends Anything is possible I swear it to be true Because you are awesome. You are you.
I know that you're scared And I know that you're tired. But, honey, what's the difference Between scared and inspired? Just count the small steps Between stressed and relaxed,
I'm looking for time Have any of you seen her? This may sound crazy But I wanted to ask her a favor. I thought she could help me She'll do anything if you ask nicely I hope I haven't made her angry I just... I wanted to turn back time.
Because I was the one who played it safe I never gave myself away. Because my blood was young But my heart was old I settled for silver Instead of choosing gold.
And time may not understand Because she's always been fearless But I'd really like a second chance To live my life free of cowardice This may not make any sense But such is my life I've never done anything senseless Like going on a quest to turn back time.
Because everything was fine yesterday And then death took it all away. And love was gone for some odd reason. And life missed out for closing season.
Imagine it was all gone The mountains, the bodies, the oceans Imagine it had all turned to blackness. Imagine only being able to hear their voices And not see the expressions on their faces Imagine only smelling your grandmother's white linen perfume And hearing her smooth, comfortingly quiet voice. You wouldn't see how frail she became Just one day, she would be gone Just like everyone else
Imagine the mundanity, the pointlessness Of beauty pageants. Of arguing about race And superficial politics Imagine stripping away the fear Imagine stripping away the stigma Imagine how stupid it would seem That you would judge someone On what they look like Instead of how they sound Or how they smell Or how they feel Imagine how irrelevant it would be to judge someone For anything other than who they are.