Mrs Metaphor

I’ve been working on a line in my head for a couple of months now, was not sure where it was leading but it turned into a song last week and I thought I’d share that with you all.  Those of you who know me in real life can guess what sparked these lyrics I’m sure.

 

THE SHORE                                      

Maybe a little house in Bristol

Maybe a palace city bound

I only have this moment now to find the way

Maybe four walls and a dirt floor

Will simply do the trick

I only have this moment now to work it out

 

Maybe I do not own this voice

And perhaps I never did

I only have this single word upon my tongue

Maybe it isn’t mine to say now

And perhaps it never was

And that will make all the difference

 

Because I am not the shore

I move, I feel, I shift

And that is just enough to do

As long as I am not the shore

I move, I feel, I shift

I drift

further out

 

Maybe the tide will rise to choke me

Maybe the waters will recede

I only have this sketchy plan ahead

Maybe a boat will come to get me

And bring me to my knees

And that will make all the difference

Because I am not the shore

No matter how far out I get

I see it there before me

and I know

I am not the shore

I move, I feel, I shift

I drift far away

And wonder

How I got here?

With my tired limbs and lack of air

And sky above

Maybe a little house in Bristol

Maybe a palace city bound

I only have this moment now

To swim for it