Slip The Rope - David J

The gift, a hard taskmaster

Shakes me out of bed

All hands on deck but one hand’s in my head

Pushing in pushing out

Hear the silent shout

Home is where the heart is

Though sometimes it bleeds

I would open a window but the air is too rare to breath

Breathing out breathing in

This oxygen is thin

Wrapped up in this envelope

Where is it to go?

Wherever it is

It’s getting there

But the getting there is slow

Going out, coming in

This letter is my twin

I’ll sleep on it tonight

Hope it will be alright

In the morning

If I seem so distant

It’s because I’m getting close

Closer to this beating

Heart of the searcher’s ghost

Looking out looking in

Forgive this sin

If it is a sin

Slip the rope

Set adrift and sail away

Sail away

I’m not putting myself on a pedestal

Or in the egotist’s high chair

It’s just that sometimes you have to be selfish

In order to share

A slave to this runaway horse

I can’t dismount

How can I explain this feeling inside

It’s so hard to pin down

Compare it to the tide

Rolling out rolling in

Our ship will come in

One day our ship will come in

Our ship is coming in

Sleep on it tonight

Sleep on it tonight

Sleep on it tonight

Sleep on it tonight