Keep Art Alive :: “Submerge” :: Art by Linnea Strid
Shake and Submerge
Stumble halfheartedly through the day-to-day,
picking up strays.
thoughts, grey hair, memories.
Sometimes it all appears to me like a snapshot,
of someone else’s lace to be.
I am just a shadow reflected on the wall.
in the flickering brush of your lashes,
on your rosy blushed cheeks.
I wonder how we ended up in this carousel ride,
arms in the air,
Did I once roll an ice blue pair of dice,
fished out of the bottom of the bath?
Were you blindfolded and spun around,
your finger landing here now today?
Saying here it is,
where I choose to go,
choose to be,
choose to love,
choose to breathe.
Or, because my other hand was full of decay.
I lie awake as the numbers switch and fade,
time is just a lyrical dream to me now.
When you see the day from the night,
writing while the world sleeps,
there are answers that nobody cares to acknowledge.
The light makes them too blind to see.
And, I am not sure if I chose well,
or if I just let it all choose me.
You hand me the dice and say it’s your turn,
but I pass.
I am worn,
consequence might look better on a different girl.
Run :: Snow Patrol