These Bodies Were Not Meant For Us
We’re not meant for these lives
We’re meant to be as wild as the flame
As loud as the wind during a storm
As graceful as a flowing river
Never resting in one place for too long
Always on the move
We’re supposed to be as bright as the moon
Glittering like the stars in the sky
So we can always see our way when we walk in our darkness
Alone or together
We’re supposed to be as strong as an ox
As sturdy as the old oak
As big as we need to be
So that we can reach out and brush our fingertips on the edge of the universe
We’re supposed to be dirty as the sheets after a long night
We’re supposed to be as clean as the priest’s robes on a Sunday morning
We’re supposed to be like a child always asking questions
Why, why, why
How, how, how
What, what, what
Our minds always open
Always expanding
We’re supposed to love like there is no tomorrow
And make sure everyone knows how much we love them
We’re supposed to scream like banshees at each other
Only to crash together like long-lost lovers at the end of each fight
We’re not supposed to be these static things that we are
I don’t believe that
We have a wild and unpredictable soul inside of us
Begging to be set free
Maybe we’re not meant to take over the world
Or touch everyone’s heart
But I’m willing to try if you are