Sometimes the world's a piñata to me
I open frantically violently
Swollen with brief and bursting beauty
I swing dumbly I beat blindly
But sometimes
The sky cries back in pain
Grants my tongue one tear of rain
One enormous drop of grace
Do you fight for a taste
Of your one holy life
When you leave will you be stolen stubbornly
As if resisting sleep
Or will you steal away in peace released
To your next fantastic dream
Sometimes the world is a millstone to me
I wrestle rabidly savagely
Sinking me leagues under leagues under leagues
I'm no Houdini or Hercules
But sometimes
I'm bestowed buoyancy
Unexpected vivacity
Unaffected by gravity
If just for a peek
Of my one holy life
When you leave will you be stolen stubbornly
As if resisting sleep
Or will you steal away in peace released
To your next fantastic dream