Floating In Deep Blue

Inspired by 

I Only Wear Blue by Dr. Dog.

"When you can’t be yourself

There’s just too much to be

Let’s get on with it,

We haven’t got too much time.

And I don’t want to stay here,

Where the sun don’t ever shine.

So say the word, and open up the blinds."

           

All these years we’ve lectured

Each other

About what’s right

And what’s wrong.

Lectured ourselves

About futures,

About cashing it in,

About being the best we can possibly be.

But now that talk means nothing.

Now we’re growing up, 

growing old,

and Time is picking up its pace.

We haven’t got a second

To spend on morals and plans.

We’ve got to live faster than the

Arms on that clock can spin.

Leaden arms circling around,

Marking the days so elegantly.

So painfully.

They sit in the corner,

Two fractions

Of a part.

Hindered by lectures,

Lessons and guidelines.

They’re two fractions

Of a masterpiece.

Puzzle pieces that

Hardly reveal the

Entire picture.

But they try their best

To fill in the gaps.

To be enough for

Themselves.

To be enough

For each other.

She gets anxious

As the days pass,

Because she knows

Time is shortening.

She can feel the tension.

What happens

If we don’t make it?

What happens

If we are wrong,

And have done wrong,

And have been wronged?

Who can save us from

The reality of that end,

Which lurks somewhere

Not too far in the distance?

What happens
If we play by those rules,

If we get sucked into the tide?

If we let time win?

Everything that can

Tear them apart,

Will tear them apart.

They will be torn apart.

Time wears on.

They just sit

And think and stare

At each other,

At the clock,

At the distance.

They just sit and

Reflect on all they’ve

Ever known.

It’s all they’ve ever

Been taught to do.

What happens?

We will be torn apart.