You Are Never Ready

In four minutes you will be gone and I must tell you why. When a star crashes, the angels are electrified. When your dreams are perfect, they run like machines and leave you dizzy. When you first discover you’re dying, everyone seems to be saying goodbye. When your dreams are perfect, they run like machines. You must change your life. You are never ready. You must change your life. You are never ready. There are people you have to leave behind, they just dirty up your mouth they don’t value your treasure. You fall down, you kiss up, you love them, it’s not enough. They’re nothing special and you’re such a gift. If you had no magic here you’d be just like everyone else. Imagine the tragedy. You must change your life. You are never ready. Love is like crying like writing like dying you’ve got to do it alone. I know it’s tragic to be tender I know it’s dangerous to be kind I know it’s vicious to care. Listen to me, I know what’s going to happen to you. You don’t need a window, you need a fire escape, you’ll need a skylight to get where you’re going. I can’t tell you where. And you dream that you are hollow and you dream that you are whole reconstruct what you remember and it comes out in pieces. You must change your life. You are never ready. Those below you can’t hold you up everyone is gone gone gone everyone is gone gone gone. Learn to swim alone learn to fly. You must change your life. You are never ready. Cast them off like long rope and learn to swim the dark water alone. Look up to the stars stars stars and know that this is your sky now. Lift your arms and go step forward in Nureyev leap blink fast and whirr over streets hover over trees speed past taxis don’t even bother to wave at the children who watch you awestruck brushing past skyscrapers and looking up up slip off the long skirt that slows you down and don’t look back to watch it billow to earth tell the cool jets and Superman that you’re passing them feel your hair stream back wind blinding you forcing your dry mouth open no one can touch you now get out of this fucking world as fast as you can.


© 1996 Restless Records
by Nicole Blackman

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