China, You Are A Mystery To Me

it's the first sign of fall
after mid autumn day and
the wind is blowing like
it's telling me to stay and
i want to and i will
just as long as i see fit
even if my mood is low
or if i'm talking shit and
i'll try, i'll try,
i'll try to make sense of it,
must be patient like the winter
until my fire's lit

most things don't make sense
one could mistaken for jargon
but if i listen closely sometimes
they offer me a pardon
when i catch a word and hold it
like a tiny strand of hair and
see how long i hold it till
it loses in the air

but what if i don't let go
what if it becomes a part of me
what if it staples itself to my skin
what if i let it take the lead?
can i become a better person
can i be smarter than before
can i change directions
similar to a hinge-less door

you tell me, china
tell me in your cryptic way
i'll do my best to figure you out
if you convince me i should stay.

written on September 24, 2008

(You are very talented little lady
Posted by Joleen on 26 Sep 08 Friday - 2:06 AM)

(Sweet.
These lines especially:

when i catch a word and hold it
like a tiny strand of hair and
see how long i hold it till
it loses in the air

are gorgeous, Tara.
Posted by Marty on 24 Sep 08 Wednesday - 10:28 PM)