As I've been writing a whole heck of a lot more than normal these past few days as I signed up for February Album Writing Month(fawm.org), I'm realizing that some things I write don't turn into songs. Here's one such piece I shared on Facebook, as it's more of a poem, but now I'm realizing that it may speak to some FAWMers for collaboration. In that vein, I open it up to you all if you want to take these and finagle them into a song as a fun challenge, or if it speaks to you in some way, or if you just read and enjoy it, that's more than enough for me.
It's easy to condescend but it's tough to be civil
Civility implies respect, but it's hard to respect things you don't understand
like trying to respect a daydream, or grasping to squeeze the molecules of air in a fist.
It's easy to fling mud but it's tough to build bridges,
and bridges made out of mud might not last but that's better than staring across the river
wondering why no one tries to cross, and what's that over there, anyway?
It's easy to be self-righteous but tough to be self-reflective
mirrors in our bubbled minds show only what we want to see
but the mirror mirror on your soul is never all that clean.
It's hard to look. It's always important.
It's easy to belittle, but when you do you ARE little.
It means you've given up on trying to understand;
it's easier to shut down, than to reach out a hand for fear of teeth gnashing at the way things SHOULD be but aren't, for so many.
Frustration is born of should, and it's better to see the game as it is, and not as you wish it to be, but if I can't see the board as I wish it, then what do I have to strive for?
I'll make it. With respect, some mud, a mirror, an open hand, and hopefully not too many teeth.