7 acessos
Not the stormy weather or pollution in the air
that made me feel all grey, avoiding all fanfare
but all of your colors and sound
in the showy outward display of yours
Not the stormy weather or pollution in the air
that made me feel all grey, avoiding all fanfare
I try hard to match your brilliance
in the sickly confines of my home
and get this- I practice in front of a mirror
my movements ever lacking your grace
I ponder, I wonder if you could me mine
If you can't right now then I'll have to keep trying
Not the casual violence or the muggings on the Ave
that made me feel so beat upon, avoiding all the fads
I used to repeat what you do
at least to know an echo of yours
and then it dawned on me to just become you
for then my search goes no farther than me
Yet, it's not so easy to contain what can't be
Beatitude, Grace, and the Trinity
Not this puny lifetime or the endlessness of space
that made me feel so insignificant, and search for a better way
When I grow up, I'm going to be
your counterpart,
facsimile
your elementaries, your one...two...three's
your A,B,Cs, your birds and bees
When I grow up, I'm going to be
your counterpart,
facsimile
When I bounce out of here I'll surely fulfil
the incarnation of you,
this year's model
When I'm free from excess, you're forever mine
for I'll be changed into you
the only outline
When I'm no longer trapped in time's ebb and flow
I'll be appended to you
the only shadow