Run through the cloudless night before the cold
seeps into your bones and fills your lungs like black smoke
until you can no longer bear to take another breath then
suddenly you’re saved by laughter and friends and
good good times strong enough to rip the lonely and the angry
away from that pretty little heart of yours and the smile returns
brighter than it’s ever been and you throw confetti in the air to celebrate
hoping it’ll stick to the walls but boundaries keep getting pushed and
600 and 4,000 and 9,000 miles start to feel longer when
Skype calls would almost be enough but no calls are coming in
or out and it’s a two way street but the street is temporarily closed for the parade.
Drop the camera let’s have tea time in Grand Central during rush hour and
wear our winter whites while planning trips to the city of
dreams and lights and love and bridges
we’ve got plenty of blank pages, ink in our pens.
We’ll collect sand in jars and 1,000 paper cranes in cages and pray for
world peace but praying isn’t enough to fix the world’s problems
we’ll become global citizens and superheroes
fighting injustice, battling villains.
Faint-hearted fairies just won’t fly that’s why we have
lion’s hearts beneath our ribs we’re not politicians we’re mavericks we run this town.