(Like most of my poems, I think of this as a song. Despite some of the lyrics, it's meant to be upbeat and exciting- maybe to actually mock the singer and their attitude...)
Take Me to the Hill
Getting a little bit too introspective
Wondering too much about who I am
Right now, darling, the best gift you could give
Is to break the mirror I'm clenching in my hand.
Take me to the beach, or better yet a hill
With lots of dandelions and one willow tree
Convince me to take a breath and stand very still
Get me to climb to the top and ask me "What do you see?"
I've dipped my feet in the stream of life
But the water's very hot; I've gotta find a spot
Where I can see the stars in the sky.
I know that thinking like this is poison in the well
I'm drowning, cannot breathe...so darling, if you please
Would you save me from myself?
Would you save me from myself?
Oh, baby, baby, won't you save me
From myself?
(My Daemon, a Chickadee. Picture credit goes to Wikipedia.)
(Another note: the verses- first two stanzas- and refrain - third stanza- can be interchanged and repeated as much as desired, were this to be a song.)
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