Rumble Fish by Sharon Lurie

© 2010 David's Harp and Pen

Mood: Cinephilic

DISCLAIMERS: This blog is based, in part, upon actual events and people. Certain actions and characters have been dramatized and fictionalized, but are inspired by true events and real people. Certain other characters, events, and names used herein are entirely fictitious. Any similarity of those fictional characters or events to the name, attributes, or background of any real person, living or dead, or to any actual events is coincidental and unintentional. Well, maybe not any similarity, and perhaps not totally unintentional. It’s 3:35 in the morning and I’ve not slept in ages, so no one can say for certain just yet.

Who I thought was the hero
Was just a misguided idol
As I’m forged in the fire
I pray to be pliable

It’s fallen to me
To become that hero
But I can’t lead anyone
If I’ve nowhere to go

Maybe I’m wiser
Than led to believe
Maybe my troubles
I too acutely perceive

I could be free
If I only knew how
And be great if
I could shake what I am now

Happy only tomorrow
And chained to what’s been
I wear this terror
Just like a second skin

I can do anything
I put my hands to
But nothing my heart
Wants to attach itself to

Maybe I’m wiser
Than led to believe
Maybe my troubles
I too acutely perceive

I could be free
If I only knew how
And be great if
I could shake what I am now

My blind terror too often
Passes for courage
In victory so empty
It’s my own heart that’s ravaged

So this is my fate
To war with my reflection
For I’m blind to my color
Defined by my contradiction

Maybe I’m wiser
Than led to believe
Maybe my troubles
I too acutely perceive

I could be free
If I only knew how
And be great if
I could shake what I am now

Perhaps in what I do
And not what’s beheld in my eyes
Is where the source
Of my insanity lies

My idols have fallen
But hope, there remains a sliver
I can at last touch the ocean
If I can get to the river

Maybe You’re wiser
Than I was led to believe
Maybe my troubles
You acutely perceive

I could be free
If I only knew how
And be great if
I could shake what I am now

Would You open my eyes
To behold every hue
That I might shed the grayness
I’ve been beholden to

To know what I’m fighting for
And know where I’m going
To drown in hope’s current
With no danger of slowing

Indeed You’re wiser
Than led to believe
My heart’s burning troubles
You’ve thoroughly relieved

And so I am free
For You’ve shown me how
And made who I want to be
Who I am now

The End
Milk!!!!