HeartLines

Come and see, 
The ignoramus who just can’t seem to stop a’ thinkin’. 
Come and see. 
She used to prance around, eyes all a’ twinklin’.
Come and see.
But then judgment came and left her a trippin’–
Come and see.
She came to doubt her own intuition–
Come and see.
And when she saw, at the seams, how her reality was rippin’–
Come and see.
She started to wonder if life was at all worth livin’.
Come and see. 	Come and see. 	Come and see.

She tried to fight it– screamin’, fallin’, kickin’.
Come and see.
Stopped sleepin’-- started beggin’, bitchin’.
Come and see.
The world creaked under her, bobbin’ and thrashin’,
Come and see.
Demanded that she learn to dance, show more passion.
Come and see.
And she could’ve done it, could’ve kept a straight gait!
Come and see.
But, alas, the devotion demanded, she couldn’t quite replicate…
Come and see. 	Come and see. 	Come and see.

She got a little taller, saw the world a little clearer,
Come and see.
But still too short-sighted, did nothing which endeared her,
Come and see.
And despite all attempts at assistance by the world, all she saw was–
Come and see.
An absence of faith, an absence of kindness, an absence of love.
Come and see. 	Come and see. 	Come and see.

The world rumbled no, and she shrunk in shame, but saw only the abyss.
Come and see.
Rather than grow, she chose to perpetuate iniquity, reason dismissed.
Come and see.
She drove the world out of its wits– felt it quake in rage!
Come and see.
And by no manner of her thinkin’ could it be assuaged…
Come and see.

So she laid like a stabbed starling at the tip of the world, the bow of the ship–
Come and see.
Lied and swore like a drunken sailor before she tripped–
Come and see.
And fell into the sea.
…

Now come and see this fool who swallows salt and sand!
Come and see!
Who snarls and spits and misunderstands!
Come and see!
Who garnered pride, and envy, and lust, and hate!
Come and see!
A fool who prays but desecrates!
Come and see! 	Come and see! 	Come and see!

In truth, she leaves all souls aghast.
Come and see!
In wasted potential, she is unsurpassed–
Come and see!
An indefensible impolitic who sits and stews yet never acts–
Come and see!
A deplorable thief of time, for her every action distracts, detracts.
Come and see! 	Come and see! 	Come and see!

See the wrath of one who stares!
Come and see!
Behold the weeping of she who fails to dare!
Come and see!
Who neglects to study, to think, to grow–
Come and see!
To temper the body, letting it hit a plateau.
Come and see!	 Come and see! 	Come and see!

She who makes oaths she does not keep,
Come and see!
Who lies and fakes that she is not weak,
Come and see!
And only failure, it seems, can stay her course–
Come and see!
For she is arrogant and callous, showing no remorse.
Come and see! 	Come and see! 	Come and see!

And from dark of night to break of dawn,
Come and see!
By her own mistakes, finds all her power, vigor, hope, is gone,
Come and see!
And so she screams unto the stars, disturbs the peace–
Come and see!
Bringing naught but anger, so all good things decrease.
Come and see! 	Come and see! 	Come and see!

She is reckless, recalcitrant, disrespectful, sad,
Come and see!
Exasperating, delusional, and simply bad.
Come and see!
But worst of all, she might yet be,
Come and see!
Knowledgeable of it all, yet choicefully blind to Thee.
Come and see! 	Come and see.
…

And that’s all a lie.
Come again?
Or, well, actually, that's mostly untrue.
Come again?
What is life but love enduring?
Come again?		Come again? 		Come again?

I wonder sometimes why I continue on,
Why I plow ahead,
Why I dance to life’s often somber, solemn song.
Come and– 		Come and– 		Come and–

I wonder sometimes why I sit in emptiness,
Where a minute becomes an hour,
And an emotion fosters an eternity,
And I think to myself,
What have I done?
Come and–		 Come and–		 …

I wonder sometimes why things happened,
Why I went through what I did,
Why I was born into my position,
If it was planned,
Or if I just drew a rather shitty straw.

Come and– 		... 	…

I wonder sometimes, what I might be,
If I succumb to anger and hate,
If I refuse to be me.
…	 ... 	…

I wonder, sometimes, at how I forget.
At how I think only of anger and hate,
Of only regret,
when there are so many great things.
For I could be grateful,
I could be bold,
I could be glad,
I could face the bitter cold!

I wonder, sometimes, at the beauty of life,
The capacity to enjoy music,
to know love,
To dare to think that even if miniscule,
You are thought of.

I wonder, sometimes, at the majesty of the world,
At birds which sing when they alight,
Or falling maple seeds which twirl,
Or the smile on a friend’s face,
And suddenly, life seems so bright.

I wonder, sometimes, at what I could be,
If I take heart in humor and harmony,
If I choose to be me.

It could be my solemn promise, my echoing cry,
To reach for the stars, to aim for the sky,
To pursue the standard I’ll never breach,
So that I may be perfect in His eyes.

Oh, all the wondrous, heart-wrenching things I could know,
The spectacular triumphs and humbling lows!
But best of all, I might yet be,
Knowledgeable of it all, yet choicefully turned to Thee.
Come and see.
Come and see.