'11am Commitments': My First Attempt at Song Lyrics

Another 11am

Sits slumped

Waiting for expired hours

To cry, ‘Fly or come!’

It’s the drop-or-dance moment

For face-with-tears-of-joyed dreams to hiss or hum,

To face the world or facepalm.


Fingers, boxed in, surging, searching.

Can you feel their sweat and blood, as they fold you up, launching you

deep into the cobwebbed, or rather cop-webbed sea?

Can you, my darlings, drowning dares and déjà vu,

Feel blue, accept you,

 belt out blues, swallow a bruise?

Hey you!


Push your buttons,

Brave commitments.

Cease the frictions,

Help your hands.

Press the buttons,

Brave commitments.

See what happens,

Hold your hands.

Smash those buttons,

Brave commitments.

Breathe your weapons,

Hug your hands—


And when tomorrow comes,

You’ll seize seas,

See that—


11am

Gleams,

Dreams

Beam.

11am

Gleams,

Dreams

Beam.

11am

Gleams,

Dreams

Beam.

 

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