Wednesday, September 24, 2008

&#8220;<p>cradling the softest, warmest part of you in my hand<br/> feels like a little baby bird fallen from the nest<br/> i think that your body is something i understand<br/> i think that i&#8217;m happy, i think that i&#8217;m blessed</p> <p>i&#8217;ve got a lack of inhibition<br/> i&#8217;ve got a loss of perspective<br/> i&#8217;ve had a little bit to drink<br/> and it&#8217;s making me think<br/> that i can jump ship and swim<br/> that the ocean will hold me<br/> that there&#8217;s got to be more<br/> than this boat i&#8217;m in</p> <p>&#8216;cuz they can call me crazy if i fail<br/> all the chance that i need<br/> is one-in-a-million<br/> and they can call me brilliant<br/> if i succeed<br/> gravity is nothing to me, moving at the speed of sound<br/> i&#8217;m just going to get my feet wet<br/> until i drown</p> <p>and i teeter between tired<br/> and really, really tired<br/> im wiped and im wired but i guess its just as well<br/> because i built my own empire<br/> out of car tires and chicken wire<br/> and i&#8217;m queen of my own compost heap<br/> and i&#8217;m getting used to the smell</p> <p>and i&#8217;ve got a lack of information<br/> but i got a little revelation<br/> and i&#8217;m climbing up on the railing<br/> trying not to look down<br/> i&#8217;m going to do my best swan dive<br/> in the shark-infested waters<br/> i&#8217;m gonna pull out my tampon <br/> and start splashing around</p> <p>&#8216;cuz i don&#8217;t care if they eat me alive<br/> i&#8217;ve got better things to do than survive<br/> i&#8217;ve got a memory of your warm skin in my hand<br/> and i&#8217;ve got a vision of blue sky and dry land</p> <p>i&#8217;m cradling the hardest, heaviest part of me in my hand<br/> the ship is pitching and heaving, my limbs are bobbing and weaving<br/> and i think this is what i understand<br/> i just need a little vaccination for my far-away vacation<br/> i&#8217;m going to go ahead and go boldly because a little bird told me<br/> the jumping is easy, the falling is fun<br/> up until you hit the sidewalk, shivering, stunned</p> <p>and they can call me crazy if i fail<br/> all the chance that i need<br/> is one-in-a-million<br/> and they can call me brilliant<br/> if i succeed<br/> gravity is nothing to me<br/> moving at the speed of sound<br/> i&#8217;m just gonna get my feet wet<br/> until i drown&#8230;</p>&#8221;

Swandive, Ani DiFranco

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