Stupidity and bravery are two shades of gray
away, but I’m just tightrope walking
on a red curb for fun.
I saw a hero and a martyr
making their way
towards destinies, while I’m
in my own world -
arms out -
waiting for a bus to come.
Ever since I found out
that anything could happen,
it has.
I’ve passed this street
every day, I must say...
but I guess
just
not
in
this way.
A bus in its souls -
Bumps in the road -
My life isn’t perfect,
but that only means
those potholes are plot holes
and the bus and the road
aren’t exactly
as they
seem.
I mean, I saw a hero and a martyr
and a firestarter...
all on their way to school.
The only day of the week
he’d be where he ought;
I mean, this kid’s never in school!
And all that I was taught
from the school of thought
is that no matter what you’re going through,
you oughta still have your thoughts -
no matter how wrought...
You do what you’ve gotta do.
BUT I’M STOPPED
at a stop sign
in a bus
that’s no longer
striving to be driving away.
I’ve turned my head to look back
many times before,
but
never
like
today.
Flames from a building -
Martyr on a ceiling -
A hero only in his mind.
A bus pulled over -
Everybody’s running -
Day’s running
out of time.
But me, I’m just walking
tightroped
on a red curb -
Some would say I’m out
my mind.
But with stupidity and bravery
standing where they’re standing,
All that I’ve got is time.
So I really don’t mind
staying
right
on
this
line.