Life is a tidal wave.
I remember my armor. I had always thought it was some kind of titanium-steel alloy, ready for anything.
Then it got dented.
Then it got exploded by some kind of hurtling-through-space, violent grenade.
Then it sat in a dusty, old closet, half ready for duty, and half wishing it could just stay there.
Then I needed it.
It reluctantly came out from hiding, still bruised and battered, and dented, and as holey as Swiss cheese.
So I went to Home Depot and got a bucket of spackle.
And I'm still trying to sit here fill in the holes with white, pasty glop.
And it's almost sticking.
Almost.
So I'm urging it along, telling it to hurry up already, so I can be a warrior on the Crusades once more.
But the stupid stuff keeps refusing to dry, and it's getting all over and making some kind of melodramatic mess.
True story.
Let's hear Adam's version:
Tidal Wave
by Adam Young and Matt Theissen
"I wish I could cross my arms and cross your mind
Cause I believe you'd unfold your paper heart and wear it on your sleeve
All my life I wish I broke mirrors instead of promises
Cause all I see is a shattered conscience staring right back at me
I wish I had covered all my tracks completely
Cause I'm so afraid, is that the light at the far end of the tunnel or just the train
Lift your arms, only heaven knows where the danger grows
And it's safe to say there's a bright light up ahead and help is on the way
I forget the last time I felt brave, I just recall insecurity
Cause it came down like a tidal wave and sorrow swept over me
Depression please cut to the chase and cut a long story short
Oh please be done, how much longer can this drama afford to run
Fate looks sharp, severs all my ties and breaks whatever doesn't bend
But sadly then, all my heavy hopes just pull me back down again
I forget the last time I felt brave, I just recall insecurity
Cause it came down like a tidal wave and sorrow swept over me
Then I was given grace and love
I was blind but now I can see
Cause I've found a new hope from above
And courage swept over me
It hurts just to wake up whenever you're wearing thin
Alone on the outside
So tired of looking in
The end is uncertain
And I've never been so afraid
But I don't need a telescope to see that there's hope
And that makes me feel brave"
Thank you for listening to my extended metaphors. I will always be in your debt. Love and vivacity, folks.
Love and vivacity.
