The World is Yours

Where we cover 180 kilometres
In an hour
Where a crescent emerges out of clouds
Where clouds are shaped like rainbows
Where men and women understand each other
I want to crash glass bottles
And scream at the expensive choices we make
Where old songs are recalled in the night
As we open hymnals we’ve always had
Where we paint our nails shades we’ve never tried before
Where we take videos
To help hold memories in our heads
Where we cry for what we want
Where we detest our purchases
After we’ve cashed in
Where streetlights dot the horizon like jewels
Where we shouldn’t lean on car doors
Where we wear the backseat seatbelt lest we get a fine
Where we close our eyes and smile as we twirl to a tune
This is us dancing

Where musicians retire
And groups disband
Where our family members suffer health issues
Where our legs numb from the cold
Where we leave countries
And go back to where are roots grew
Where we pay for our fuel
And for our health
We are without jobs
We are without income
We drink under the sun
But we feel no different
Where we watch countless dramatizations 

Of what looks like our real lives 

As if trying to perfect our responses -
In real time
Where fantasy is our friend
And we are constantly dreaming
What do you want from me

All I hear is:
You are not wanted
You are not needed
You are not attractive
Where we are told we are beautiful still
But oh no look at us

We are never good enough

Find us throwing tantrums 
“Give me what I want”
“No, I will not listen to you”
“I do not like this”
“I am not sleepy”
“Let’s do this again sometime!”

Oh, why are the windows so dusty
Oh, you’re obstructing my view
Where we run out of clean clothes
And sane minds
And lie around in shelters that are not our own
Where we seek return tickets
Because we think we have to return to where we came from
Where we keep switching radio stations
Why can’t we find just the right one?
Where we forget our belongings
Even when we’re told time and time again
We are responsible for our own
Why are we on our own?
Where we work seven days a week
Where we have no skills
Where the moon hides and appears
As we pass through toll gates
Where we dream of restored relationships
And cry over past memories
If only we had pictures of all the moments that went wrong
Would I still cry?

Where we eat because it tastes so good
And eat some more
We are greedy
Where we scold and beat
And miss each other
Where we overtake trucks
Because they have speed limits of their own - 
While we cross ours
We are sleepy
We are in need of rest
We wait around to immerse ourselves in 

Someone else’s imagination
Someone else’s experience
When we should be living our life
Not waiting on a dramatic event
Not waiting on imaginary affection
Or carefully crafted familial situations in our heads
Oh we just want to be loved, I suppose
Oh we just can’t stand conflict, I suppose

“So where should we have food tonight?”

Where we’re hungry but end up eating more than we should

Where we are constantly depreciating ourselves
Where we dedicate songs to each other
A love song or two
Where we miss the moment
Because we’re dreadfully preoccupied
With situations we can’t change
Where we worry for the future
Where friends betray each other
Where loyalty is but in matters of interest
Where we abuse each other in our words
Where we lust in our thoughts
Because we're afraid of commitment
Where we don’t know the names of the stars we see
How is it that You remember them all?
Where we miss exits and turns
And end up taking the longer route
Perhaps we were to enjoy the journey
But we’re always worrying about the destination
Where we sleep early so we can wake up earlier
Where we walk in shoes made to run when we’re not dressed for the run
Where we are dressed to go to hospitals
Why do we need emancipating shoes?
But here we are
The sun is harsh
Our feet need cover from the dust
We clothe our feet
We lose our way
We lose our balance
In our moment
In our time
In our emotion
Where we choose our field of work
With the help of the Internet
Where we’re sick from travelling
And our hair ties are too tight
Where we procrastinate the priority
Oh why am I wasting time
Like it comes in abundance
I am a beggar
I have lost everything
Where are we?
Why are we here?
Help us where we are
Help us where we are
Where are You?
Come save me
Abba come save me
I want to dance with you
I want to forget me
I want to declare where I am
Is beautiful

14 Oct 2018